The pure white ground beneath Suho’s shadow began to boil, bubbling and roiling in dark red waves. The demons, their bodies consumed by the crimson flames, writhed in agony, melting like wax. The sight was nothing short of hell itself.0

Above their heads, the blue storm summoned by the demons’ king continued to unleash bolts of thunderous lightning, yet even he could do nothing to save them.0

“What in…?”0

Baran couldn’t hide his shock at the sudden turn of events.0

“It doesn’t make any sense!”0

His gaze turned unsteady.0

The scene was utterly absurd. The dark red ground had turned to lava, the storm was seething overhead, and amid it all, demons were dying helplessly, their souls disintegrating one by one.1

“How can a mere human wield so much destructive power?!”0

The aura surrounding Suho had tipped him off that this young man might be Antares’ successor. But even if that was true, it didn’t matter to Baran—in fact, he had welcomed the prospect. It meant the best possible prey had walked into his domain of its own accord, already in a weakened state.0

But right before Baran’s eyes, something incomprehensible was taking place.0

“A mere successor to a Monarch…”0

The fact that Suho was fighting on equal footing with Baran, a true Monarch,...0