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The red cloak billowed in the wind, snapping loudly.
Diabolo sat on the massive Frozen Throne, chin propped on one hand. Leaning forward, he gazed at the Holy City in the Central Domain of the Wizard World.
Threads of lightning surged from his body, blazing with a chilling aura.
"Surrender? Or fight to the bitter end? I'm rather looking forward to your choice!"
The endless ranks behind this member of the Three Dark Demon Gods stood silent and proud, radiating unimaginable might.
Fear, destruction, and time—
The three powers twisted together in the sky, forming one sinister Demon God's head after another.
Little Bei'er perched on Diabolo's shoulder, her little fish tail swaying as she looked around curiously. Her large eyes darted about, as though she were dreaming up another wicked idea.
The Little Demoness's name had spread beyond the Wizard World. Even the dark world told tales of her.
"Ugh! They made Bei'er sound like a monster with three heads, six arms, and a huge bloody mouth! I'm furious! When I have time, I'm going back to teach those adventurers a lesson!"
Bei'er remembered the stories and images of herself she had encountered during her last projection into the dark world, and her temper flared all over again.
Time passed slowly. The tension grew heavier.
The Dread Beasts seemed to have reached the limit of their patience. Their scarlet eyes stayed fixed on the Holy City, gleaming with bloodlust. If the powerful Dreadspawn had not