Amon stood in front of the full force of the Demon Cult, his gaze unwavering. The Demon Cult Apostles all wore unique expressions, each showing contempt in their own way.
"Arrogant… But that's why the Prophet sees you as a threat."
Kieran sneered from his throne. All the while, demonic mana rose to the sky, corrupting the clouds and summoning meteors as if they were raindrops.
"You have a death wish!"
"Brother! Let's just kill him! We must have our revenge!"
The Twin Brutes roared, their weapons gleaming with killer intent. Of everyone on the planet, it wasn't the Hero or the Solaris Lord that angered them most. It was Amon, that dastardly fellow.
"So that's Amon Solaris… the man who keeps getting in our way."
Ravenna frowned while adjusting her spectacles. If not for Amon, the Foolish Lich would still be a key collaborator for the Demon Cult, and her experiments wouldn't have gone awry.
"Amon Solaris… My arms are tingling just from imagining our battle."
