"Are you the higher ups of the demon race?" Max asked in a calm, steady tone. "Did you find what you were searching for during your invasion?" His question struck a raw chord in the demon ranks. Several demons growled in anger, recognizing the truth behind his words.
Before the old demon could respond, Balthazar stepped forward aggressively. He positioned himself directly in front of the four three-horned demons, lowering himself to one knee with deep reverence. After receiving a silent acknowledgment from the demons behind him, he rose to his feet and faced Max with a twisted grin.
"How dare you speak to our demon kings in such a manner?" Balthazar shouted. His voice boomed across the area with a vicious pride. "Max, consider yourself fortunate. You stand before the four demon kings of our race."
