In the shadowed halls of his colossal fortress, the Demon Emperor sat on a throne made of twisting black obsidian, the throne. The atmosphere in the chamber crackled with suppressed rage. The assembled demon elders, cloaked in dark robes and exuding sinister power, stood before him, heads bowed in fear.One of the elders, his skeletal face half-covered by an iron mask, stepped forward and knelt. “Your Excellency, we bring grave news. The three abyssal ghosts sent to eliminate the human—Kent—have been annihilated.”
The demon emperor already know about the death of his three ghosts as they were connected to his mastery. But hearing news from his uselesss elders made him angry.
The Demon Emperor’s red eyes narrowed, glowing with fiery intensity. His voice, deep and rumbling like an earthquake, echoed through the chamber. “Annihilated? By what means?”
The elder hesitated, trembling slightly. “By… godly intent, Your Excellency. It is said that the human summoned a half drop of divine will.”
A stunned silence fell over the chamber. The Demon Emperor’s clawed fingers tapped against the armrest of his throne, each tap resounding like the tolling of a bell. “A mortal, wielding godly intent?” he finally said, his tone a mix of incredulity and fury.
Another elder, bolder than the rest, spoke up. “Your Excellency, it is an affront to our dominion. That human must be eradicated before he grows further. The use of godly intent—no matter how small—threatens the balance of power. The gods are increasing their numbers slowly. You must take action.”
The Demon Emperor rose slowly, his towering form casting a shadow over the elders. “A mere mortal has dared to challenge me with a power he does not deserve. Let this ant learn the true terror of the demon race.”
He turned to a corner of the chamber, where a group of war generals knelt, their crimson armor etched with runes of destruction. Each exuded an aura far darker and more menacing than the abyssal ghosts.
“General Vorath,” the Demon Emperor commanded, his voice cutting through the air like a blade.
A massive demon stepped forward, his horns spiraling like blackened thorns and his body rippling with demonic energy. “Your Excellency,” he rumbled, bowing low.
“You and your elite squad shall hunt down this human,” the Demon Emperor ordered. “You, who have absorbed more than a drop of demon intent, are the sharpest claws of our race. Show him what true despair looks like.”
Vorath smirked, his fanged grin promising carnage. “It will be done, Your Excellency. The human’s blood shall stain the sands of the desolate desert.”
The Demon Emperor’s voice grew colder. “Do not underestimate him. He has already surpassed mortal limits. Bring his head to me, but not before he understands the folly of defying the demon race.”
The generals roared their assent, their combined auras shaking the chamber. The Demon Emperor, his wrath now tempered by cruel satisfaction, waved them away.
“Go,” he commanded. “And let the world see the might of the demon race.”
Far from the demon fortress, Kent raced across the Spirit World on his golden throne, the wind tearing through his dark hair.
“Those abyssal ghosts… they were only the beginning,” Kent murmured to himself. “If the Demon Emperor sends more, I’ll need to stay ahead of them.”
Before him, his pets, the baby dragon and the fire phoenix sat calmly
“Master,” the fire phoenix, Ruby spoke telepathically, its voice filled with concern. “Should we slow down? The energy fluctuations ahead suggest a gathering of strong cultivators. Perhaps we can find information there.”
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Kent nodded. “You’re right. I need to learn more about the Desolate Desert before I proceed. Flying blind will only make me vulnerable.”
He descended, landing on a rocky outcrop overlooking a bustling city nestled between two mountain ranges. Smoke rose from countless big burning alchemy pots, and the hum of life echoed through the air.
As he entered the city gates, Kent felt the stares of cultivators and traders alike. His aura, though subdued, still carried an undeniable presence that made others step aside.
He approached a merchant stall, where an old man was placing bounty missions.
“Elder, I need small information and will pay you dearly for it. What do you know about the Desolate Desert?”
The old man glanced at him, his eyes narrowing. “The Desolate Desert? That’s no place for the unprepared, young master. It’s said to be cursed, its sands hiding ancient evils and treasures alike.”
“I don’t need warnings,” Kent replied. “I need information.”
The old man sighed. “Mainly people go to desolate desert for two reason. The shrine of eternal sands and eternal musical hall. If you’re determined, seek out the Shrine of Eternal Sands, find a tribe named ‘Chenchu’ who lives on the eastern side of desolate desert. But be warned—the path is treacherous, and those who go rarely return.”
Kent placed a powerful spirit weapon which he stole in Wuinn family treasury onto the counter. “That’s enough for now. Thank you.”
He turned and left, his pets following close behind. “The Shrine of Eternal Sands,” he mused. “It must be the place Ignira spoke about.”
In the heart of the Red God City, a figure cloaked in dark robes moved through the crowded streets like a shadow.
Philip, the Quinn family second prince, had arrived with a singular purpose: to locate the Demon Emperor.
His steps led him to the Scarlet Night Inn, the city’s largest gambling Inn and a hub of illicit information.
Inside, the air was thick with smoke and the clatter of dice. The patrons barely noticed Philip as he approached the counter, where a fat, sneering manager lounged with a drink in hand.
“I’m looking for information,” Philip said, his voice low and cold.
The manager barely glanced at him. “Aren’t we all? Get in line.”
Philip’s hand shot out, slamming onto the counter. His fingers turned dark, emitting a sinister energy that made the air around them heavy. The manager froze, his sneer replaced by terror.
“I wasn’t asking,” Philip said, his tone icy. “Where is the Demon Emperor?”
The manager stammered, sweat pouring down his face. “I-I don’t know! No one does! His castle is always moving, never staying in one place!”
Philip’s hand tightened, the dark energy spreading. “You’re lying.”
“I swear!” the manager yelped. “But… but the City Lord might know! He’s the only one with connections to the demon race!”
Philip released the manager, who slumped to the floor, gasping for air. “The City Lord,” Philip repeated, his voice as calm as ever. “Where do I find him?”
“In the palace… at the north end of the city,” the manager croaked.
Without another word, Philip turned and left, his dark robes billowing behind him. The patrons of the inn watched in stunned silence, their games forgotten.
As Philip disappeared into the night, a faint anger played on his lips. “Where does this Demon Emperor hide himself. While all gods proudly built their realms, this idiot emperor is hiding like a rat somewhere.” he murmured to himself.