Balance
Ryu's gaze remained unmoved, watching as his Horned Devil fell, its blood so viscous and all consuming that it formed a lake of black that almost looked like a well of oil, clogging up the middle of the battlefield.
To strike down a Horned Devil in just a single attempt was more shocking than more would be able to put into words. Demon Kings were already the pinnacle of talent one could hope to have in Sacrum, or at the very least, close to it.
Every single one of the Demons Ryu had summoned today were high ranking elders within their respective Clans, if not for the strength of Ryu's Dark Flame, Ailsa's support, and the prowess of his Primordial Death Chaos Qi, even communicating with them wouldn't be possible, let alone controlling them. And, that didn't even mention the huge change to Ryu's soul and the support of the Rebirth Crown that sat upon his forehead.