The Ember Alliance: Chronicles of the Phoenix and Lion

The white-haired swordsman, Grafiya, the formidable queen of the underworld, frowned, her response less surprised than anticipated.

It became evident she was aware of the orchestrated situation, masterminded by the leader of the four great demon kings – her own husband – who decided to entangle not only his little sister but also Grafiya in this intricate web.

Not only did the great demon king play a role, but even Lord Geromary gave more significance to the red dragon than the troublesome heir of the phoenix.

Sona, Rias, and their peerage were astonished, yet it appeared things might favor Rias's hand.

They believed the hier of phoenix should not interfere with the arrangements made by the greater demon kings.

Sona Sitri, observing the man who had pulled her into the dream reality, wondered about his reaction, eager to learn more about this newfound childhood friend.

A small smirk played on his lips as his hair covered one eye, casting a shadow of mystery.

This little made Sona frown an hestiant giving a bad forshadowing

The brown-haired figure charged forward, his determination evident.

Oblivious to others, he paid no heed, drawing confidence from past encounters with stray demons and fallen angels from the church.

This time, facing a seemingly inexperienced white-faced opponent with three swords, he remained assured in his abilities.

The blonde princess's sister, trailing behind the white-haired figure, was taken aback by the mention of grilled chicken.

Sensing an impending crisis, they felt a tense atmosphere, anticipating something significant about to unfold.

The entire club, constructed with old exotic wooden furniture, began trembling and shaking.

The floor and walls cracked, dense spider-like fissures unfolding across the venue, signaling an imminent disturbance.

The horrible scene induced panic and disbelief among everyone present.

The resting place of the white-haired swordsman became the center of a demonic aura, emanating dread, death, madness, and ghostly killing intent.

A few meters around him, a manifestation of an azure-blue demonic domain took shape, accompanied by thunderous flames and bolts, tainting the scene with an ominous atmosphere.

Encountering a demon with abilities surpassing their clan's norm was rare. Akeno, being the daughter of a fallen angel with control over lightning, sensed the bolts reacting.

It left her intrigued about the latent abilities of the phoenix.

A sense of helpless dread enveloped all the members present.

Their breathing became strained, and a demonic energy presence pressed them down, forcing some to kneel on the ground.

Only Sairarog Bael and the silver-haired individuals seemed better composed, but even they were taken aback by the sudden change.

Thick demonic sword qi intent filled the air, adding to the intensity of the situation.

Both wondered how long someone had been killing to achieve the condensation of this pure, ghostly demonic sword qi.

Was it hundreds, thousands, or even more?

Killing numerous strong opponents with swords can indeed accumulate such a substantial amount of demonic sword qi.

The process does indeed require a considerable amount of time, often spanning eras of war and destruction.

As for the Phoenix, the duration of its existence raises questions about the span of its immortal life.

"You appear reluctant to let your peerage manage efficiently, Rias," a demonic voice whispered, carrying a cold undertone within the storm of words, laden with hidden intent.

The red-haired Rias was taken aback by the cold voice that only hinted at a claim. Without waiting for anyone to prepare, it moved forward to the next course of action.

The distant figure began to blur, and before the blonde princess Raval could attempt to please her white-haired brother, her fingers rested on his shoulder.

Fingers about to touch the source of demonic sword qi had no effect; it passed through Raval's brother's body as if unaffected.

"Oh, brother, can you please calm down and not cause a problem? Darn this lizard," prayed the girl with a worried smile.

The brown-haired figure's hand underwent a transformation, changing into a dragon-scale-built red shade with a green aura.

The Qi created an aura that impacted the swordsman, transforming his hand into a claw adorned with a jewel, taking over its original form.

"Just a little more, and I can reach this white-haired guy," smiled the brown-haired individual.

His thoughts raced, but suddenly, his eyes widened, mirroring the shock that also filled the pupils of those around him.

The white-haired swordsman appeared just a meter away from the brown-haired Issei. Almost frozen in shock, as he blinked, the guy was suddenly right in front of him, staring at him as if he were a dead corpse.

Those crimson eyes underwent a change, losing their color and merging with images of swords, spears, and axes, while aqua-blue eyes replaced them.

The gaze made everyone shudder at the mere glance.

The white-haired individual tilted sideways, skillfully avoiding the punch of the red dragon claw and bending slightly.

The brown-haired individual felt his bones shattering and crushing as intense pain struck him, causing him to spit blood and painting a dizzying sensation.

As his back hunched slightly, he observed a side kick pressing down, leaving him desperate.

The bone-piercing pain hit him, and for the first time, his ribs shattered.

The devastating blow produced an air curl, and with it, an air splash hit, creating a thunderous impact that shattered the already worn-out windows of the clubhouse.

Thunder and flames danced once more, signaling the relentless pursuit. The swordsman vanished, hands on the sword, appearing like a shadow behind Issei.

Another blow pressed on the shoulder, making it dislocate with a sharp impact as it nailed the guy.

With a loud bang, the Red Dragon Emperor firmly fell onto the grounded wooden floor.

The white silhouette vanished, employing a faceless technique, only to reappear seated once again.

He tried to ignore Raval with a long face, her twisted lips curled with tick marks showing her irritation.

This happened at a breathing speed, denying Rias and her peerage any moments to prepare from the previous encounter.

"Issei, are you alright, Riser Phoenix? How could you do that?" The demonic sword qi, which had pressed them hard, disappeared.

Kiba, Yuto, Rias Gremory, and a little blonde girl rushed in, screaming and pained for Issei.

Rias ran, her expression twisted with hatred, as if someone had killed her beloved puppy.

"I simply put him in his rightful place, where this pervert belongs. Your lost siset, brat with eighth-grade syndrome, failed to make the guy aware of his position," the voice sneered with a mocking tone.

"It was already good enough with just a few broken ribs and bones.If your secret act last night had gone any further, this Red Dragon Emperor of yours would be dead by now," the voice retorted, revealing a hint of disdain.

"I wouldn't mind allowing the Sacred Gear of the Red Dragon Emperor to change its host for future generations," the voice responded with a calculated tone.

"Why do you suddenly care about what I do with my life? It's mine, and you have no right!" Rias exclaimed, her voice tearing through her throat.

"You, Rias, belong to me, Riser Phoenix. Whether you like it or not, Rias of the Princess of Ruin," the voice declared with an air of dominance.