Asmodeus stood atop the ruins of Grigor's clifftop after spending time soothing his harem's anger. Some of them remained grumpy, leaving for the capital instead of waiting for him to return with them.
'Phew, it seems I pushed myself too far...'
The moment he clenched his fist, a dull ache shot through his muscles like lightning. From his abdomen to his chest and upper arms, there was a lingering jolt.
"This isn't good..."
No matter how hard he tried to summon his divine or abyssal energy, his cores remained silent, though they continued to rotate and gather energy. He couldn't access it. 'This must be the punishment for me overworking my body...'
"Honey, what's wrong?"
A charming voice came from outside.
Her several long white limbs pushed open the wooden door, revealing the tender beauty; her nine ruby eyes glistened in the night's torchlight. Her pale cheeks slightly reddened as she stepped past the boundary line.
'Wow... she's like a fairy tonight.'
