The Demon Saint Horns…
Thick, jagged, spiraled items filled with corrupted, but divine energy.
Each was the broken tip of a once-living monster who stood at the pinnacle of demonic evolution. Or at the very least, they should just be below the existence of the Demon Gods.
These horns were mostly black with traces of scarlet energy embedded within, as though they were still flaming from the inside.
Even in this realm, such items weren't easily found. After all, the Demon Saints in this Realm weren't reckless. They weren't underestimating the power of the residents of this realm. It was unlike their experience in the human realm, where they recklessly sent Demon Saints everywhere in the continent to fight.
For now, Vale just placed three of them on the counter, keeping the rest hidden.
He didn't even bother with signage—just the raw presence of the Demon Saint Horns alone gave off a pressure that passersby couldn't ignore.
The effect was instant.
People turned.
