Ryan stopped his steps right in the center of the immense hall, maintaining a strategic and highly prudent distance from the first stone step leading to the throne.
He did not lower his offensive guard a single millimeter. The immense and crushing physical presence of that single demon king was more than enough to paralyze any squad of ordinary heroes with pure fear.
The air around him seemed to vibrate and become denser with every breath the beast took.
"I was anxiously waiting for you, hero," the demon king Rigal's hoarse, deep, and guttural voice said, echoing throughout the place with a threatening resonance as his bloodshot eyes locked onto Ryan.
The immense beastman looked at him from the top of the stairs, resting his heavy chin on the back of his fur-covered hand.
"From several kilometers away I smelled the stinking scent of humans approaching my borders. And to think you had the stupid and terrible luck of deciding to attack me of all people."
