"You wretched beast!" A piercing cry echoed from the depths of the Demon Castle, shattering the eerie silence that had settled after Philip's gruesome death.
A golden dagger shot out like a bolt of lightning, its dark glow pulsating with ominous energy.
Kent's heart skipped a beat at the sudden cry. He turned around, his sharp gaze locking onto the source of the malevolent voice.
Hovering above the Demon Castle, draped in robes of shifting shadows and flickering flames, was the Goddess of Destruction and Death herself. Her eyes burned with the intensity of a thousand dying stars, her expression twisted in unbridled fury.
