The Author's POV

Boom―!

The hall shook, and screams of agony echoed throughout. Blood splattered everywhere, and the tower began to tremble uncontrollably shortly thereafter.

Rumble―! Rumble―!

"Oh no."

"This is bad…"

Demons were the first to notice the condition of the tower, and their complexions changed instantly upon noticing the change that was happening.

Prince Plintus was among them, but I pressed my hand against his shoulder before he could even move.

"Let's stay here and have a look, shall we?"

His head turned to face me, and I returned it with a smile. It was nice to see such a strong demon look so panicked.

"…Let the others settle the matters. How about the two of us have a nice long cha―"

Swoosh!

A fist hurled my way before I could finish my sentence. The air around it twisted, and my hair blew back a little.

Staring at the approaching fist, my brows furrowed.

'How rude.'

I didn't even get the chance to finish my sentence…

Smack!

Before the fist could reach me, I smacked his forearm, redirecting the fist away from me, at which point he flapped his wings once, vanished from the location he was in, and reappeared at the opposite end of the hall.

"Uh? Where is he going?"

The most surprising thing was the fact that he vanished yet again, making me think that he had just run away from the fight, and the sight made my frown even deeper.

'Ah, right. He must be going there.'

I looked around and realized the circumstances, my frown lines began to smooth out

hard to see

second passing, a demon would fall. The situation was dire for them, and with the overwhelming numbers we had, the battle was as good as

mattered, however, was suffering the least amount of losses

forces in light of the impending Third Cataclysm. In particular, because the demons

that they're

my gaze

was one threat, it

was successful in eliminating him, the war

"Alright then."

limbs and pursed

exactly what you're up

***

was in a state of panic as he made his way through

"Haaa.... akh.. haa..."

streamed down his face, and his breathing grew increasingly

more he walked, the heavier his legs felt, and the corridor before him seemed to

'Damn it.'

as he could while flapping his wings to propel himself forward,

his body, completely masking his entire presence so that no one could follow him. The Prince was confident in his cloaking skills. Even someone of the same level as him would be unable to

Swoosh! Swoosh!

'How has this happened?'

dawned on him at this moment that he had fallen

way into the

power... how is it

what was most shocking about the situation was the

to

be something that he

Prince ranked demon, was unable to achieve such a feat, and as far as he knew,

…So, how?

How was it possible?

"Huff... huff..."

off-guard, the Prince had

scenario he never thought he would have to

were grave. The city he had built

that. Especially since he had put a lot of blood, sweat and tears into

for when the time came

done everything in his power to make the city one of the best there was, he had to force himself to watch

comfort in the fact that he

so long as I can kill him... this

mind, convincing himself that the price was worth

passed through a corridor and came to an abrupt halt before a large

and shot toward a narrow hole atop the ceiling. The demonic energy around the beacon was incredibly dense, and Prince Plintus felt

taken a toll on him and all the other demons in the

it, they wouldn't