Loki and Sylvia, accompanied by the three demons, stood on top of the castle wall. Far from them, they could see a battalion of monsters pouring out from what seems to be a purple gate.
"Sir, we checked the whole castle; he's not inside," said a knight, precisely referring to the unseen Cyrus.
Falco couldn't help but smirk, thinking Cyrus must have chickened out. He wasn't expecting much from Cy to begin with.
"It's normal, King Loki. He always hides whenever things get rough, but," Falco stepped forward but was stopped six feet away from the young king.
"I can lead your army in battle, and I'll defeat Demon King Barnas myself. All you have to do in return is give me half of your kingdom and let the angels and demons know it was I, Falco, who-"
"Enough," said Sylvia. At this point, she felt disgusted hearing the gibberish he was saying. She knows the army was no match for Loki; all the young king was scared of is Demon King Barnas.