On an ancient battlefield where millions of demons had perished...
A demonic child crawled forward, his eyes crimson red, his skin deathly pale, and his hair pure white.
The young demon crawled through a battlefield drowned in corpses, soaked in blood and the stench of death.
Yet the child showed no fear.
He continued onward until he finally reached the culprit behind the massacre.
The monster who had slaughtered unimaginable numbers of demons in a single night.
He stood at the bloodiest point of the battlefield, his body engulfed in blazing black Aura while his dark hair drifted around him as though alive.
The shadows beneath his feet moved on their own, nearly attacking the child before stopping at the final moment.
Then the monster turned toward him.
He stared at the child with interest, crimson eyes meeting crimson eyes.
Both possessed glowing red eyes overflowing with tremendous power...
Yet they were different.
