"I know... but it's not just me—Lord Malgrath is here too!" said the Inferno Devil known as Baelthar, flashing a graceful, almost smug smile.
At that moment, the Red Dragon Ashendar's eyes narrowed sharply. His pupils contracted as he snapped, surprised, "Malgrath's here too? Where?!"
Baelthar simply pointed upward. "See for yourself."
Ashendar looked up—and there, looming in the smoke-choked sky, was a towering, ancient Inferno Devil. His presence radiated a heavy, oppressive evil, and his expression was cold, unreadable as he stared down at them.
There was no mistaking it.
These weren't just any demons.
They were the three King-class powerhouses of the Inferno and Dungeon factions: Inferno Devil Malgrath, Inferno Devil Baelthar, and Red Dragon Ashendar himself.
"Tch. Sneaky bastards, the lot of you," Ashendar growled, letting out a sharp snort. Still, a flicker of unease crept into his eyes.
