Demon Lord's End

Within the consciousness space.

The Starfarer was currently wearing an oversized T-shirt printed with a "Sleepy Slime" design and a pair of athletic shorts, floating cross-legged in the air with a cup of hot cocoa in hand.

Before them, the orb radiating an ominous deep-blue glow trembled violently.

A proud, furious female voice rang out from within it.

"Mortal! Release me at once!" The orb shook. "You have no idea what a magnificent being you have imprisoned!"

Inside the orb, a female figure struggled violently. Her outline was indistinct, but it was clear that she was tall and elegant, with what seemed to be a pair of curved horns on her head.

"Do you know who I am?"

That voice brimmed with arrogant contempt.

"I am the immortal Dicasle! Queen of the seventh layer of the Abyss! The embodiment of death and decay! The weaver of fate and time!"

"I once led an army of demons and plunged thirty-seven planes into eternal darkness!"

"I once fought the lackeys of nine gods and burned their temples to ashes!"

"I—"

"A loser who got burned to ash and then lay at the bottom of a lake for ten thousand years," Xia Lin cut her off with a grin. "Right?"

The orb jolted violently.

"You—you dare—"

"Not only do I dare," Xia Lin said, rising to his feet and walking up to the orb, "I'm also curious. Since Goddess Iomedae personally burned you to ash, how did you survive?"

"Does that matter?" Seratalia yawned.

The orb fell silent for a moment.

Then Dicasle's voice sounded again, this time carrying a hint of mockery.

"Ignorant mortal, do you think killing a demon lord in another world can truly destroy us?"

"Uh..." Xia Lin scratched his head. "It can't?"

"Of course not." Seratalia set down