The fact that this inferior lifeform injured him infuriated the Demon Prince Vol'giman.
For an existence that was considered minuscule on the universal level, it would be a miracle if he could even scratch his skin. But for Amon to actually injure and cut off his arm? Vol'giman felt absolutely appalled.
But more than appalled, he felt an emotion he hadn't felt in thousands of years… thrill.
As the apex predator of the Demon Realm, few could stand toe-to-toe with him. Even when he weakened himself as a professional handicap, they would all wither and fall before even crossing fists with him. Such was the curse of the strong.
Always untouched, with nary a thrill.
Vol'giman was such an existence.
