Cultivation, battle, hunting, devouring...
This is its life.
The dark shadow lurked in the shadows, observing the two people who entered the tavern. In its lifetime, such scenes have played out countless times. A proficient hunter must exhibit enough patience to deliver a fatal blow when the prey is most unsuspecting.
Unknowingly, behind it lay a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. Unknowingly, humans had bestowed upon it the title of "Demon King." But in truth, it had little interaction with human lives until a group calling themselves heroes, under the banner of protecting the Kingdom, appeared before it...
This was the most severe injury it had suffered since it gained memory. Humans gave it the greatest respect, pouring the might of the entire nation into constructing a golden vessel, infusing all their beliefs into that one magical cannon blast. In return, it should honor the human Kingdom with equivalent respect.
