"It's been a long time. Did they fail to carry out my orders?"
The Demon Emperor Zerathos opened his eyes, staring into the distance with confusion.
Ten minutes had passed since they left. By his calculations, they should have already arrived and begun wreaking havoc in the capital.
Yet the signal they were supposed to send had still not appeared. The delay both confused and angered him.
"It seems I'll have to check on them myself," he muttered.
Two black wings spread from his back. His power had recovered to nearly eighty percent.
If he slaughtered everyone in the capital, restoring his strength to one hundred percent would be possible.
Just as he was about to flap his wings, a giant hand descended from the sky.
Zerathos's eyes widened. He flapped his wings at once, retreating five meters.
Boom!
The hand slammed into the snow-covered ground before him with tremendous force.
A crack two meters deep spread from the point of impact.
