It had already been over an hour since the battle between Kent and the Dark Empress began. Already, thousands of Dark Fiends had died, but Kent wasn't unscathed either.
He had some cuts here and there, and most importantly, he seemed tired, his breath coming in ragged.
Well, at least that was the illusion he had put on. In truth, he wasn't hurt or tired at all. If anything, he was much stronger now that death surrounded him everywhere.
He stopped devouring the energy from the dead bodies since that would tell the Dark Empress he was faking everything, prompting her to make a quick escape. Instead, he was devouring the death essence in the air, feeding everything to his Death Spirit.
Initially, Hades wanted to play hard to get. But after finding out Kent was the Chaos Ascension King, he became a good boy. For now, he was working well with him, fully aware that soon, he would become stronger than his past self.
