For a moment, even Lord of Purgatory wavered. Floro's stare left it restless and confused, and it knew perfectly well what the consequences of betraying the Twilight would be.
But in the next instant, greed completely drowned out its reason.
"Master wants nothing more than to destroy this world," it said in a low voice. "As long as tiamat's supreme authority is in our hands, the gods will have no chance to start over. He won't care about these minor details."
"Akentu!" Floro shouted angrily. "Have you gone mad?"
Her repeated challenges finally exhausted the Demon King's patience. Akentu suddenly roared and swept out a claw, sending the Silver Dragon Maiden flying. She crashed heavily back into the hall she had come from, and then fell completely silent.
"Floro—!" the remaining dragon cried out, but under Lord of Purgatory's icy gaze, it forcibly stopped in its tracks.
"What? You want to join her?" Akentu asked coldly.
"N-no, I wouldn't dare, my lord." The dragon finally recognized the situation. It cast a regretful glance toward Floro, then no longer dared to object.
"Good."
Only then did Akentu nod in satisfaction.
It turned around and stared greedily at the huge 'amber,' muttering, "This time, it belongs to me. I've waited nearly ten thousand years for this—"
The Demon King could not help raising its head and roaring, "So-called gods, and you ancient creators—the gods, the Buga people, the dragons, Robdis, and you two, Wilkarter and the other foolish brutes who have strength but no brains, do you see this? In the end, I, Akentu, am the one who had the last laugh."
As it spoke, it began laughing loudly. That demonic laughter echoed throughout the entire space, as though making the whole world tremble and shudder.
But no one could have expected