A Painful Decision

Demon King clutched his limp arm and took deep breaths. Blood was still pouring from the gap between his right shoulder and the arm. In fact, it still looked like a badly attached extension to the joint, as if someone had ripped it away and then sticked it together.

While the healing potions worked on completely healing his arm, every bit of pain from his arm surged the tides of Demon King's anger higher and higher, turning it into an unforgiving tsunami.

Injuries were common. Pain was fleeting. But…

"Looks like you aren't in a good shape. How about you call it quits and go home today?" Varian's voice came from the ghost ship in the distance.

Demon King ignored the annoying human and  s chest heaved up and down as he recalled the gaze of Julius. That look of utter contempt, as if he was staring at a lump of trash, no, it was a look of contempt as well as an undisguised mockery.

'You fools, you really thought I'd obey your pathetic race?'