"Is that really… the Demon King…?"
Nova Starlight whispered, his voice trembling.
The voice alone had shaken him to his core.
He tried to deny it.
But he knew—
This was the truth.
The elite students appeared across the battlefield as well ..
Fear evident on every face.
"That direction… that's where Frey's aura came from earlier…"
"Does that mean…"
"He's standing against the Demon King right now?"
Seris glanced at Selina beside her.
Both understood.
Dawn was nearby.
So were Daemon and Phoenix—
Who had followed the human heroes and sect fighters.
All of them stood frozen.
Yet some ... Found the courage to move.
Abraham was one of them.
He surged forward immediately—
Rushing toward the source of that ominous aura.
Because he knew—
Frey was there.
Fulghor did the same—
Launching forward, wrapped in pure golden aura.
Snow Lionheart descended as well—
Leaving Maskith behind.
The old man didn't even try to stop him.
