"You... what kind of... monster are you?"
Zephyr's voice, trembling violently from utter shock, echoed across the clifftop filled with anguished howls and fanatical worship.
"You're not training an army..." Zephyr swallowed hard and voiced a conclusion that frightened even him. "You're creating a... Demon Legion made up of countless monsters, belonging to you alone!"
Hearing this, Yas slowly turned his head, a chilling trace of amusement flashing through his ice-blue eyes.
"Correct."
"And I am the one and only Demon King who commands this Demon Legion."
Yas spoke casually, yet Zephyr felt as though an invisible hand had clenched around his heart.
"Welcome to 'Divine Punishment,' Instructor Zephyr." Yas pointed down at the first three hundred soldiers, who had just undergone their "Baptism" and were staggering to their feet, feeling the explosive power within their bodies.
Though every one of them was wounded and drenched in blood, the fanaticism and savagery in their eyes made even Zephyr, a former Admiral accustomed to vicious villains, feel his heart shudder.
"Now, the first three hundred 'demons' under my command have been born."
Yas turned to Zephyr, the corners of his mouth curling into a teasing smile.
"That so-called hellish training of yours..."
"Are you ready to begin?"
Zephyr took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the turmoil within him. The iron resolve and severity befitting "Black Arm" returned to his weathered face.
"Hmph! Nothing but a flock of fledglings smug over their newfound strength!" Zephyr snorted heavily, slamming his enormous mechanical arm, the Crusher, into the ground with a thunderous crash.
"I'll teach them what true hell is! What the iron laws of the battlefield are, where strength becomes an instinct to kill!"
With that, Zephyr ignored Yas, turned, and charged down the cliff like a lion, letting out a deafening roar