"Is it a return."
Ian and the True Demon faced each other; he could sense the profound will that was different from all the demons he had encountered before. The aura of the Silent True Demon wasn't chaotic; there was hatred and loathing, but they weren't the main parts.
Its essence was an extremely deep regret and guilt, an unspoken mourning, a silent sorrow.
Ian heard it.
He heard the sound of billions upon billions dying.
Sharp whistling shattered the atmosphere; fierce flames spread as they descended.
A city burned, fractured, remnants of the city already destroyed fell from Terra's space orbit. Dozens of such cities fell successively, turning into golden-red meteors reaching the earth and sky, while millions of resentful souls evaporated, burned out, and turned to ashes upon them.
