William froze. His eyes widened slightly, then narrowed as memory flashed in his mind—the scene of Moro screaming, burning alive, consumed by Max's black and purple flames.
"You don't mean…" he muttered, voice rough with realization. "When you burned that demon… Moro…"
"Didn't that demon, Master Ballion, say it himself? That the demons were after something that fell into our world a very long time ago?" Max leaned forward slightly, his tone sharpened. "Guess what? In Moro's memories, I saw what that thing was. It isn't a weapon, nor some artifact, nor a hidden world. It's a drop of blood. Just a single drop of blood that fell into Acaris countless ages ago. That drop is what the demons are after."
President William's eyes narrowed, his breathing hitching faintly.
