Fight, Nevin!

In the dark realm of the world below, the skies were ever so red, the air cold as the atmosphere around them were an epitome of the dangers that the underworld had yet to unleash.

In the Kingdom of Gehenna, Nevin, the prince, couldn't help but laugh maniacally as he sat on the throne beside his father's, King Blanc, shaking his head as he chuckled, finding his son's amusement amazing.

"What have you seen? It seems you are enjoying whatever that is," he said and commented, Nevin, nodding as the grin hadn't left his face.

"Oh, it is something interesting alright," he replied, sitting properly on his throne.

Shadow and Umbra stood at the side, standing by for further orders as they listened to the conversation of the king and the prince.

"My brother—that human girl he saved. It turns out that she is what he needed!"

King Blanc turned his head to look at Prince Nevin, arching a brow at him at the same time.

"What do you mean?"