The boy... is dead.

The atmosphere around the waiting group was suffocating. All eyes were fixed on Samiel, who lay still, his eyes having closed just moments ago. The monarchs stood tense, their expressions hard and anxious, each secretly dreading the worst.

The possibility that the previous Demon Monarch had won and taken over Samiel's body weighed heavily on them. Teeth gritted, they exchanged troubled glances, their minds racing with the potential disaster of a resurrected evil.

A few were even thinking of secretly attacking and eliminating the boy.

While the boy's family could be called the most worried out of all, anf, they were worried about their child's condition, other things were nothing in front of him.

Lucian, the current Demon Monarch, stood with his arms crossed, his expression unreadable. His dark gaze never left Samiel's form, and though his face was calm, an unsettling storm brewed behind his eyes.