Perhaps, compared to ideals, reality was often more lamentable.
Faced with the Nine-Tailed Fox's final plea, Old White Ape remained noncommittal, merely watching it calmly. Only after a moment did he say softly, "Perhaps leaving with dignity is the best ending for you, and the best script..."
Hearing Old White Ape's words, the Nine-Tailed Fox laughed.
"Dignity..."
"Whether it's me, the Demon Domain, or those petty schemers..."
"Who has any dignity left?"
"A script..."
"What a fine script."
"Should I stand right where I am, pro... proudly refusing to fall, and die like that to satisfy you?"
"Heh..."
"Since I can't decide the Demon Domain's fate, at least... I can decide my own."
With a long howl, the Nine-Tailed Fox suddenly shot into the sky, and the instant it rose, a violent boom rang out.
Amid fierce surges of demon aura, a blinding light flashed in midair.
Only after several full minutes did the light gradually fade.
And the Nine-Tailed Fox's figure had vanished from this world completely.
Blood rain suddenly began to fall from the sky.
As though silently mourning something.
Sensing the abundant Demon God Power within the blood rain, the Demon Beasts present grew somewhat crazed, frantically scrambling for it, refusing to waste a single drop of blood. Even their ranks grew noisy.
None grieved for the Nine-Tailed Fox's death. They were merely welcoming a revelry in excitement.
A grand feast of their own.
"From this moment on, the Demon Domain..."
"No longer has anyone who can amaze me."
"Perhaps you really could have led the Demon Domain to your own pinnacle and built the nation of your ideals."
"But this place... is too filthy."
"So filthy it's repulsive, nauseating!"
"Everything here disgusts me."
"It shouldn't exist."
"In fact..."
"It shouldn't even be given a chance to