"Are you asking for my loyalty?"
A voice, elegant and majestic, permeated through the layers of space and enveloped Su Huan.
Pale flames ignited in the vast space, and countless pale demons simultaneously turned their heads. Even the towering figures before the throne cast their gazes upon him, causing the very space to seem stagnant. The energy rules here were chaotic, suppressed by a larger, more primordial rule.
The king lowered his eyes, and everything followed his shadow.
"Hiss..."
The sound was as deep as the twang of a snapped string.
Su Huan slowly lifted his eyes, the ink-colored pool in his pupils began to swirl. His mouth still held a smile, but the curve had changed, no longer a graceful lift, but a certain kind of offended pleasure, an audacious grin.
A low, grinding laughter from deep within his chest rippled with pale waves.
