Lanchi's Flower Capital Demon Realm Final Battle

Bosen Demon Realm, District 10.

The noisy patter of rain rang out without end like fireworks.

The advertising signs and giant screens between the buildings flickered in and out through the curtain of rain, dyeing the watery veil in dazzling colors that reflected across the damp streets, hazy and magnificent as they swayed in the rain.

Three in the morning.

Torrential rain had suddenly arrived when Flower Capital Pariel fell into night, and it had already been pouring for several hours.

The dense raindrops hammered every road in Flower Capital, quickly gathering into rushing streams that surged recklessly down the slopes, as if they meant to wash the city clean or drown it completely.

Unlike the urban district of Flower Capital Pariel, the Bosen Demon Realm beginning at District 7 on the northern bank retained more of Helrom's legacy of the Northern Continent's Demon Realm. Amid the storm, rows of towering skyscrapers blazed with light, their spires glittering like countless radiant lighthouses.

Inside a mansion in the center of District 10, Bosen Demon Realm.

The rain had grown faint, but laughter and conversation rang on without end.

A grand midnight banquet was being held here.

Demon guests filled the place, raising cups and exchanging toasts.

"You can only eat a little more."

Lanchi's emerald eyes occasionally flashed with a hint of gold. Then his hand picked up a pastry and stuffed it into his mouth.

At the same time, he reminded Talia mentally.

Beside him stood a six-tiered dessert tower decorated with gold foil almond cookies, crystal-clear apple-lime jelly cut into Animal Forest shapes, and glistening mini soufflés baked with fruit wine, all set atop ice made from the purest mineral water. Every so often, he took another piece.

It was far too late, and Talia was terribly hungry but