Dorian felt extremely exhausted.
Exhausted to the point that, upon escaping danger, he immediately fell into a deep sleep, and if there wasn't a significant threat, he probably wouldn't wake up.
Speaking of which...
What exactly was going on with those who besieged him today?
Who was that entirely unfamiliar member of the Demon Clan created by?
How did I end up in this predicament?
For some reason, in a dazed state, it was as if an external force made him involuntarily begin to reflect on the life he had lived so far, recalling every detail.
Dorian was born in the Great Demon City, among the Demon Clan, he holds a status akin to a Prince among the humans of the Royal City.
Unlike other demons born under harsh conditions, he was born in Rome, naturally enjoying a privileged upbringing.
