It was a vast wilderness, desolate without a single blade of grass. There was only gray and barren land as far as the eyes could see. 

That was the case until just a little while ago. 

Kurururung! 

There was a roar and the ground shook. Finally, it cracked and collapsed. The hilly terrain formed was very wide. In the midst of it, a color was added. It was a red light. It was a color caused by lava flowing down every gap in the terribly damaged ground. 

“Kikik... I can’t believe it...” 

At the center of the newly formed hilly area, there was a demon lying motionless and submerged in lava. It was originally a great demon. 

The single digit great demon who used his own power to occupy the 9th throne that had become vacant after the Great Human and Demon War—he rushed to the city at Baal’s call only to be attacked by a magician. As he was being pushed on the defensive, he was stripped of his throne. 

It was by Baal. The throne that he took purely with his own power—that which he believed was entirely his abandoned him the moment Baal desired it. 

“I have been dancing on the palm of his hand from the beginning... Kukuk.” 

The demon who became a great demon, Daltonjyul, laughed. He hated Baal, not the magician in front of him who made him this way. 

Braham, the magician...