Far above, flashes of energy tore through the clouds. The impact waves rolled across the city, rattling the palace windows.
The King of the Empire narrowed his eyes. "Did you see that blast earlier? He stopped it with his bare hand…"
"I saw it," the King of Sindra said in awe. "Unbelievable. Outstanding. Truly the strength of a man chosen by fate."
He exhaled deeply, his voice trembling with respect. "Perhaps the fate of all our people now rests in his hands."
The King of the Empire gave a grave nod. "A demon appearing in the human realm… it's always a harbinger of chaos. Every time they've shown themselves, it's brought nothing but calamity."
He turned his gaze back to the sky, his expression firm. "All we can do now is put our faith in him."
Both kings stood side by side, the wind sweeping across the balcony as the heavens continued to thunder above. Their faces reflected the light of the battle, half hope, half fear.
