Deep within the Maou's castle.
Nothing here had changed from before.
But the atmosphere had long since undergone a subtle shift.
One of the Seven Sages of Destruction, the great Demon known as Beyze the Undying, had fallen.
For the Demons as a whole, this was earth-shattering news.
Not to mention...
More than ten thousand elite Demons had perished alongside him.
For the Demons who held the world in their grip, such a loss was unprecedented.
Amid this atmosphere...
Several figures arrived one after another.
"Honestly, I never imagined that I would one day hear news of Bei Ze's death."
A low voice rang out.
"I'm just as surprised. After all, among us Seven Sages of Destruction, leaving aside our ability in a head-on fight, none of us could compare to Bei Ze when it came to staying alive."
Another voice followed.
"On top of that, an entire unit of the Demon King's Army was wiped out. How have I never heard of humans possessing someone so powerful?"
"Still, even so, I'm not particularly interested."
The Demon who had spoken first replied indifferently.
"Macht, I know you're only interested in your research."
"But let me tell you, humans and Demons can never coexist. Everything you're doing is pointless."
The other Demon continued, "And this matter concerns the very survival of our kind."
"You must take part, no matter what."
"Otherwise, I wouldn't mind ending your life right here."
"After all, if you cannot contribute to our kind as one of the Seven Sages of Destruction, there is no reason for you to exist."
Macht turned his head and said calmly, "Grausam, if you think you can do it, go ahead and try."
"Oh?"
Their conversation ended there.
The once-silent hall grew thick with tension.
Two immense surges of magic power