Sil's last gift

Unzoku had been blasted a large distance away, somewhere into the land of hardened seas. The terrain looked like a giant sea had been frozen over, but rather than ice, it was hardened rock material.

The Demon King had crashed through several objects and landed on his way over, and he was now lying on the floor. A large wound was in the middle of his stomach, an entire hole that one could see through.

It was bleeding, but the muscles were still moving about on the inside, small parts of the black flame burning and making it hard for him to heal.

"Haha!" Unzoku laughed to himself as he looked at the sky. "Did they really think I was that much of a threat that they had decided they all needed to attack me at once? What a bunch of pathetic people."