Every enemy attacking him understood clearly that he had to die.
Because if he were allowed to live...
then who in existence could fight him and his king together if the two ever chose to cooperate against the world?
Not a single creature across the vast universe would be capable of it.
At some point during the thunderous battle, it began to feel as though the end had finally arrived.
The Upper First endured far better than expected and was preparing to unleash the very last of his remaining power to kill as many of them as possible before leaving the world forever.
Gripping Kingslayer with all his might, Crimson prepared to strike—
only to suddenly freeze in place.
A strange light reflected across the sharp edge of his spear.
A great white light of absolute purity shone from afar.
It was as though it were calling to him.
Only then did the demon realize it originated from one of the countless doors scattered throughout the maze.
This door was different.
