In the outer reaches of Death Canyon.
Apart from the other two king-class Baleful Fiends, not a single Baleful Fiend dared challenge the Ironback Baleful Fiend's authority.
Any Baleful Fiend that refused to submit would be torn apart and devoured.
Its fearsome reputation spread throughout the canyon. Even the other two King-Class Mid Baleful Fiends were reluctant to clash with it.
The Ironback Baleful Fiend was feeding.
The carcass of a savage eagle lay before it.
Most of the carcass had already been ripped open, its red blood spilling across the ground.
The Ironback Baleful Fiend lowered its head and tore into the carcass with its jagged fangs, satisfaction gleaming in its eye.
Feasting on fresh flesh was one of its few pleasures.
Then it heard a disturbance.
A fierce battle seemed to be raging outside.
Thud.
The bloody head of an Elite Mid Baleful Fiend was tossed directly before it.
The Ironback Baleful Fiend abruptly raised its head and looked toward the cave entrance.
A towering figure was emerging from the darkness.
It was a strange member of its own kind, almost as tall as it was, but more evenly proportioned, with immensely broad shoulders, a thick back, and long, humanlike limbs.
Gray-black shell covered his body like armor, looking hard, glossy, and exceptionally sturdy.
Stranger still, his head actually had two eyes and a full set of facial features.
Only the royal bloodlines of ancient Baleful Fiends possessed such traits.
Confusion flickered in the Ironback Baleful Fiend's eye. It had never seen a Baleful Fiend like this.
The intruder's aura differed from that of other Baleful Fiends. It was mightier and more domineering, instinctively unsettling it.
But it was the master of this territory and had occupied it for decades. It would bow to none of its kind.