Outside Greece, demons from myth and legend watched Cornelius and Krov with malicious eyes. The marks left on their bodies by the Missiles were fading fast. As creatures created by the Floating City, these demons possessed innate magic. Unless they were struck by attacks imbued with Mystic Power or exhausted their magic, they could regenerate without limit.
Some demons with special abilities could even come back to life. As long as their souls were not destroyed, or the objects through which they were reborn remained intact, they could resurrect endlessly.
"Roar! I may not like that vile, foul-smelling bull, but that gives you no right to kill him for good!"
A hundred dragon heads turned toward Cornelius and Krov in unison, their eyes filled with hatred.
The hundred-headed dragon had barely known Minotaur, but seeing another creature of his kind fall struck close to home.
Krov covered his ears and kept backing away.
The Hundred-Headed Dragon Ladon's voice was deafening. With a hundred dragon heads roaring at once, it was like someone shouting through a megaphone right against Krov's ears. He could have sworn he was hearing things.
"This land is under the protection of my lady Athena. Any demon that sets foot here will face her wrath." Cornelius was rattled beneath the gaze of so many demons. His heart hammered in his chest.
Before the Goddess of Wisdom Athena had granted him extraordinary wisdom and power, he had been an ordinary Mortal whose profession happened to be president. The most daunting things he had ever done were give speeches before tens of thousands of people and countless cameras, and chat with leaders of other nations. He had never faced demons.
And some of these mythical demons were close to gods in stature.
But even if he was outmatched, he