The naked man laughed—loud, unhinged—as he stared up at Kael, who stood high above on a shattered ledge.
"You must be the Demon Lord everyone keeps whining about."
His voice echoed through the kingdom, sharp.
Kael didn't respond.
He stepped off the ledge and dropped down in silence, his black coat flaring in the wind. As he fell, his sword rose from his shadow. It flew into his hand, and without hesitation, he pointed the blade straight at the man.
"I'm here to kill you," Kael said, voice cold.
The man burst into laughter again.
"Just because you managed to kill the others doesn't mean you can do the same to me. I'm different. I'm stronger."
"Shut up," Kael muttered. "They all said the exact same thing." He paused. "Until I killed them with ease."
Kael tilted his head.
"Oh? What can you do?"
He paused.
"Are you as strong as the other two?"
That made Axel laugh uncontrollably, like Kael had said something funny.
"They were nothing compared to me."
