"Oh? You know my Grandfather?"
Due to the Demon King's mere presence, Berkah felt a tingle in his spine, causing his wings to flex incessantly for two seconds, as though they had a mind of their own.
They did this not out of fear, but the overwhelming excitement pumping through his veins.
[This fucker... He's definitely the Demon King.]
His aura was unmistakable, one which none could replicate, an air of pure, raw and untamed power that burdens even the air.
"Yes. He was once a good friend of mine."
Arcadius replied with his back still turned to Berkah, only his crimson eye looking over his shoulder.
"But he now rests at the bottom of the ocean."
As though strangely ashamed to look Berkah in the eye, Arcadius returned his gaze to his two heirs.
"How long will you lie down there, Third?"
At the words of his sire, the Third slightly grimaced and got to his feet, the shallow and somewhat deep lacerations on his body oozing with blood.
"Return to Duskmire and get treated."
