Hermes had no idea that, at this moment, the situation in the royal capital was quietly changing because of his two mistaken judgments.
He merely controlled his Demon Roar Chains, making them circle around him while his breathing rose and fell slightly.
His slight loss of emotional control had caused him to consume too much magic power.
And as his magic power was excessively depleted, the aura around Hermes had begun to grow faintly unstable.
More specifically, the powerful aura unique to Demonoids was slowly declining.
Though the downward trend was not yet obvious, Hermes knew very well that its appearance was a sign that he was about to fall from his current realm.
"Huff."
Hermes could only adjust his breathing and aura as best he could, urging the magic power within him to circulate as quickly as possible.
His nearly ten thousand years of experience told him how to slow the decline of his realm.
Even so, the sensation still left Hermes feeling terrible, even increasingly irritable.
"Again. It's always like this!"
Hermes truly loathed this feeling beyond measure.
The feeling of being liable to fall from the pedestal of omnipotence at any moment had driven Hermes mad countless times.
Perhaps in the eyes of ordinary people, Limit-tier beings were already rare powerhouses, existences capable of standing at the pinnacle of the world.
But as someone who was both Transcendent Class and Limit-tier, Hermes understood exceptionally clearly just how vast the difference between those two levels was.
To put it bluntly, the two were fundamentally incomparable.
Even Limit-tier beings like Yulin and Hertia, who possessed Unique Skills that even Transcendent Class beings could not ignore, might earn the attention of a Transcendent Class being, but they could never pose a threat to one.
Limit-tier beings were already the peak