RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
The roar tore through Velmora like a thunderclap, shaking the realm violently as every water bubble suspended above the capital displayed the same image of Damian standing within the crater, his left hand raised while the crumbling remains of Duke Dantalion slowly disintegrated between his fingers.
The sight spread across the entire realm in an instant, reaching soldiers on the walls, civilians hiding within their homes, nobles watching from their estates and even those still fighting across the outer provinces. For several seconds, nobody seemed capable of processing what they were seeing.
Duke Dantalion, head of the Order of Demons and one of the most terrifying demons in the Underworld, had actually fallen to the Prince of Lust.
