Grant, who had taken over Lucian's body, turned around.
The tower itself was visibly crumbling into pieces. It was collapsing incredibly slowly, as if the density of space-time had changed.
He smiled faintly at the sight. There was a sense of relief about him.
"I wasn't the Demon Lord to begin with, but it's still satisfying to see it crumble. Now, will the Heroes have less nonsense to spout? What a pity."
Sarcasm laced with mockery. It was a shame that no one was there to hear this taunt directly.
"Alright, shall I start by destroying the Empire, which is supposedly humanity's hope?"
Grant wanted to savor this moment further. Also, his body hadn't fully adapted to his abilities yet.
For a proper warm-up, erasing a nation from the map would be ideal. It was an extremely easy task for Grant, and one he preferred.
He advanced.
As he moved forward, he saw a gigantic bird soaring through the sky, spreading its wings.
Its size seemed almost larger than a drake.
