The sky over Demon City was still shrouded in a somber purple fog before dawn, while the distant Hell Furnace reflected a dim canopy, exuding a cold, bloody glow.
Before daybreak, news of the upheaval at Black Wind Castle had already spread back to Demon City, and rumors about the great battle swept through the streets like a tidal wave.
In the marketplace, vendors with their goods gathered to whisper, discussing rumors that had passed through countless ears.
"Elder Zakeruo… actually took action himself?!"
"Is that true?!"
"He's a Purple Crystal Level powerhouse, an elder of the Dragon family, and he would act so brazenly at Black Wind Castle?"
"I heard the Dragon family has severed ties with him, and the Truth Department has listed him as wanted, though they haven't publicly declared him a traitor to Hell…"
"But isn't he a noble? Can't he hire a more efficient assassin?"
"What are you thinking… what assassin could handle such a task?"
At a certain noble's banquet.
