Prideful until the end

For a moment, the battlefield was consumed by an intense light that blinded everyone.

It was so overwhelming that even the strongest among them were forced to shield their eyes.

When the brightness faded, Asmodeus floated proudly in the air, glowing with power as the battlefield lay in ruins beneath him.

Beneath him was a massive crater, evidence that the power he had unleashed this time was far greater than what he had used against Remu's group.

"Ahahahaha!" he laughed, throwing his head back as his hair swayed 

He ran a hand through his hair, showing off as if he were untouchable. His white teeth flashed in a wide grin, full of confidence and cruelty.

"Did you see that?" he roared, speaking to no one in particular, as if the world itself were his audience. "This—this is what it means to face true power! To stand before a race that reigns supreme over all others. This is the power of us Devils!"