Ch 60: Demonlord Phobio's regret

As Demonlord Phobio returned to his demon realm empty-handed, his thunderous footsteps reverberated through the desolate corridors of his fortress. "Stupid!!! Stupid!!! Stupid!!! Stupiiiiiiiiid!!!" he roared, his voice echoing off the walls in a deafening cacophony.

"If not for that weak berserker, right hand of mine, he would have even died easily! How indecent he has become! Even after consuming 1% of Carrion's power, he managed to get defeated!" Phobio's anger seethed, his words dripping with contempt.

In the midst of his tirade, the demonlord unleashed his fury upon the surroundings, his fists pounding against the unforgiving stone walls. Each blow reverberated with a resounding thud, adding to the symphony of destruction that filled the air.

The scent of burning sulfur mingled with the acrid stench of charred stone as Phobio's rage consumed everything in its path. "That time, I could not leave because the moment I joined the fight, the barrier I placed around the goddess of 5 elements could have been destroyed, and he could have even killed me in that state!" he exclaimed, his voice laced with frustration and regret.

In the midst of the chaos, Phobio's words echoed through the desolate halls of his fortress, a testament to the sheer force of his wrath. His rage knew no bounds as he vented his frustration at the circumstances that had led to his defeat.

As Demonlord Phobio's rage continued to simmer, he suddenly grazed his face slowly, a sinister laugh bubbling up from within him. "Hahahahaha," he chuckled darkly, his voice dripping with malevolence. "If only I had consumed Hina, the daughter goddess, early on, I could have become unstoppable. I could have ruled the world, and not even the other 12 demonlords could have stopped me."

His face contorted with a mix of regret and twisted glee. "And to think, that princess Hina is the Divine Wand called Exodus Scepter, the long-lost wand of unimaginable power." He shouted, his voice echoing through the cavernous halls, "If only I had consumed her when I held her in my hands! I should not have waited any longer! Stupid! Stupid!"

Phobio smashed his head against a rock, the impact shattering the stone into dust while he remained unscathed. The sound of destruction resonated through his realm, amplifying the intensity of his frustration. His demonic aura crackled with energy, illuminating the dark, oppressive environment with flashes of eerie light.

The air was thick with the scent of sulfur and brimstone, mingling with the metallic tang of blood from his earlier outburst. The ground beneath him trembled, unable to withstand the force of his fury. Phobio's breath came in ragged gasps, each exhale a testament to the depths of his rage and ambition.

Phobio's eyes glowed with a fiery determination as he envisioned the power he could have wielded. "I must not let such an opportunity slip through my fingers again," he muttered to himself, a dangerous resolve taking hold. "The next time, I will not hesitate. I will seize the power of Exodus Scepter and crush anyone who stands in my way."

His laughter echoed once more, a chilling sound that sent shivers down the spines of any who might hear it. Phobio was a force to be reckoned with, and his renewed determination would only make him more dangerous in the battles to come.

The demonlord's fortress, now partially in ruins from his tantrum, stood as a testament to his volatile nature. Shadows danced along the walls, cast by the flickering flames of his rage. Phobio's ambitions were as dark as the deepest abyss, and his desire for power was insatiable. He would stop at nothing to achieve his goals, even if it meant tearing the world apart piece by piece.

The air grew colder, and the oppressive weight of Phobio's presence pressed down on everything around him. His minions, lurking in the shadows, dared not approach, fearing the wrath of their master. They knew better than to interfere when he was in such a state, for his fury was like a tempest, indiscriminate and all-consuming.

Phobio's eyes, burning with a malevolent fire, scanned the remnants of his destruction. "This is only the beginning," he vowed, his voice a low, menacing growl. "I will have my revenge, and I will claim the power that is rightfully mine."

With that, he turned his gaze toward the distant horizon, where the world awaited his next move. The demonlord's mind was already plotting his next steps, each one more ruthless and cunning than the last. He would not be thwarted again.

Phobio's laughter continued to echo through the dark halls of his fortress, but his demeanor shifted as he composed himself. "Although she did not know how powerful she truly is," he muttered, his eyes gleaming with sinister intent.

From the shadows, the left hand of the demonlord stepped forward, kneeling before his master. "My liege," he said, his voice steady despite the goosebumps rising on his skin. "I will be happy to carry out your orders."

Phobio smirked, a cruel smile that revealed his sharp teeth. "I have a better plan," he declared, his voice dripping with confidence. "You will see. When the time is right, I will return to that world and claim my prize."

His laughter grew louder, filling the chamber with its dark resonance. The left hand minion, feeling the oppressive weight of Phobio's ambition, could only nod in agreement. "Yes, my liege," he said, his voice tinged with a mix of awe and fear.

The air in the demon realm was thick with tension and the acrid scent of sulfur. The minion's skin prickled with anticipation and dread as Phobio's plan began to take shape in his mind. The demonlord's fortress, partially ruined by his earlier outburst, stood as a testament to his unyielding rage and determination.

Phobio's gaze turned inward, his thoughts consumed by the image of Hina, the Divine Wand, and the immense power she represented. "She does not yet realize her true potential," he mused, his voice barely above a whisper. "But I will be the one to unlock it, to harness it for my own."

The minion remained on his knees, his head bowed in reverence. He could feel the raw power emanating from his master, a force that seemed to pulse through the very walls of the fortress. "What are your orders, my liege?" he asked, his voice barely more than a whisper.

Phobio's eyes narrowed, a plan forming in his mind. "For now, we will wait," he said, his voice calm and calculated. "But make no mistake, when the time comes, we will strike with the full force of our might. And when we do, no one will be able to stand in our way."

The minion shivered, both in fear and anticipation. "Yes, my liege," he repeated, his voice filled with unwavering loyalty. "I will prepare everything for your return."

Phobio nodded, his smile widening. "Good," he said, his voice a low growl. "Because when we return, we will bring an end to those who oppose us. We will claim the power that is rightfully ours and rule this world and the next."

The left hand of the demonlord rose to his feet, his heart pounding with a mixture of fear and excitement. He could see the future Phobio envisioned, a future where they stood triumphant over their enemies, wielding power beyond imagination.

Phobio's laughter echoed once more through the halls, a dark promise of the chaos to come. The fortress seemed to vibrate with his malevolent energy, a harbinger of the storm that was soon to be unleashed upon the world.

As the minion left the chamber to begin his preparations, Phobio's thoughts returned to Hina. "You will be mine," he vowed, his voice a dark whisper in the silence. "And with your power, I will be unstoppable."

The demonlord's eyes glowed with an unholy light as he gazed into the distance, already plotting his next move. The world may not yet know it, but a new era of darkness was about to begin, and Phobio would be at its helm.