The female healer scrambled backward as she realized the Demon was advancing menacingly toward her.
"P-please…" she begged, "our Alliance is so vast, I haven't even seen my Leader's face… Please don't kill me…"
"Keke, find your leaders. Tell them I want GreenBlob. Then I will spare your life!" Dexter tapped her forehead with a demonic finger.
"I curse you! Fail my task, and you will die at midnight!"
Dexter laughed maniacally — not because of the chaos he'd unleashed outside the Crimson Tree Zone, but from the thrill of roleplaying as a Demon.
'If only I could truly curse her…'
With another thunderous roar, Dexter lunged at the hundreds of players before him.
His colossal size made him an easy target for long-range attackers, riddling him with countless wounds of varying severity. Were it not for the Demon God's Alliance healers focusing their magic entirely on him, Dexter would have succumbed to the relentless barrage.
