"No," the four demon kings answered together in calm, steady tones that resonated like ancient bells. "That single drop of blood did not fall into the hands of the divine beasts." The first demon king stepped forward before continuing, "It fell upon a golden crown, dyeing it crimson. We were extremely unfortunate, because that golden crown belonged to the crownbearer of this world."
"What?" Max's eyes widened. His entire mind froze for a moment as the revelation hit him like a physical blow. He had expected many possibilities, but never something like this. The crown worn by the crownbearer had been touched by the essence blood of a true devil.
The implications were horrifying. He had been prepared for stories involving divine beasts and ancient battles, but this detail carried consequences far beyond anything he had anticipated.
