Within the pitch-black sea of clouds, the Purgatory Dragon swam.
Bathed in lightning, it coiled high in the heavens, its head visible but its tail nowhere to be seen.
Sacred as a demon god and terrifying beyond measure, it looked down upon the "mortals" below.
"My dear old friend, ever since we parted at Magic Academy, I have missed you terribly. Now that you stand before me, are you unwilling even to show yourself and meet me? That truly breaks my heart. I still prefer the unruly you from back then."
"What nonsense are you muttering to yourself?"
A flicker of confusion clearly crossed Anderson's face. He did not understand why the other party had suddenly said such a thing.
But Blood Demon Brah, residing within his body, felt as though thunder had exploded in his mind. His heart skipped a beat.
"Impossible! That's impossible!" Brah shrieked. "I've never shown myself voluntarily. How could this guy know I'm here? Plenty of people can use Shadow Step!"
"Mister Blood Demon, are you sure he cannot detect you?"
Without realizing it, Anderson's form of address for the Blood Demon had changed. His voice remained as indifferent as before.
It seemed that, by now, he had severed away all human emotions and feelings, retaining only absolute rationality.
He looked like a god.
"I didn't do anything. Why would he be able to detect me?" Blood Demon Brah shrieked again. "Damn it, if I could be discovered that easily, could I still have become the legendary Blood Demon? No matter what, I'm the famous Blood Demon who can make children stop crying at night!"
"Indeed. Immortal Blood and Night God's Chosen, the Demon of Vengeance who walks through shadows and blood—this is the legend you forged with your own hands. Even if you most