In the end, Yu Ming still failed to find any friendly fellow card players among these demons.
Beneath Red-Eyes' black flames, the fire quickly swallowed every demon.
No demons escaped, nor would Yu Ming allow any cards to slip away under his very nose.
And then...
Boom.
It was over.
Once the black flames described in the text as capable of burning everything had vanished, almost nothing remained before the ruined temple. The demon army had disappeared, leaving only cards scattered across the ground.
Staring at the scene before him, Yu Ming could not help but sigh.
"Seriously, why go through all that? Wouldn't it have been better to just play cards properly?"
That remark was quickly met with a retort.
"But compared to being tortured to death in a ritual they were doomed to lose, I think dying like this was probably more painless."
Looking upon the same sight, Graffer's thoughts were entirely different.
"Your methods were far too cruel."
"Cruel? I think I was already being very merciful."
As he spoke, Yu Ming slowly picked up a card from the ground. It was an utterly ordinary "Demon Soldier."
"After all, I didn't make them suffer. If they turned straight into ashes, they probably didn't feel any pain, right?"
"But..."
Graffer fell silent, his expression hard to describe.
"But what?"
After casually converting the card in his hand into Duel Points, Yu Ming asked.
"No, nothing."
Watching the card disappear without even a scrap left behind, Graffer desperately shook his head.
"I think you're right."
"Exactly. It wasn't a big deal to begin with."
Lightly patting his sleeves and brushing away the demon ash clinging to him, Yu Ming merely turned his gaze toward the temple deeper within.
There stood a statue of a giant dragon, though it also