The Balor—even the most chaotic demons of the Abyss regarded it as the embodiment of evil.
It was the pinnacle of demonkind, the summit every soul born as a worm strove with all its might to reach.
Every image of demons in this world had its origins in this most ancient of fiends.
People regarded it as a living volcano, spilling the flames within its chest across the earth, destroying cities, burning forests, and annihilating life.
There were even rumors that the first explosion in this vast universe, and even the very concept of an explosion, had originated with the Balor's earliest ancestor.
Now, the demon's heart roared like an engine as it amassed endless hellfire. The heat traveled through its chest and spine, scorching its dark red hide until it cracked and glowed like burning coal, sending searing sparks billowing around its pitch-black, bull-like skull.
Its dragon-like wings stretched as wide as they could, exposing black, horny growths. Even from two thousand meters away, the imposing presence of its giant body remained palpable.
Such an ancient demon should never have appeared among the devils, much less descended into the world to open a passage to the Nine Hells.
But Damon knew that it was the ideal candidate, selected and nurtured by Asmodeus, ruler of the Nine Hells—
Precisely because the Balor represented absolute chaos and absolute madness.
Only then could the newborn demon pour destruction into every corner of this land.
Allegiance, identity, and reasons meant nothing. There was only destruction.
Born for destruction, dying for destruction.
"When a Balor dies, its heart of flame explodes violently, annihilating everything within dozens of meters in a sea of fire!"
Kandelian recalled the knowledge he had read in the Wizard Tower and screamed until his throat tore.
"Quick! Get out of