Simon looked at the three Daemons with a solemn expression.
He didn't move. He simply observed them, letting his perception reach out carefully toward each of them.
The man with coral-like growths along his jaw and shoulders was a Minor Demon King. His aura was heavy and steady, like a rock sitting at the bottom of the sea.
The broad Daemon with curling ram's horns was stronger. A Prime Demon King. His aura was rougher, wilder, and it pressed outward with every breath he took.
Then Simon turned his attention to the woman with long black hair.
His brows drew together.
Trying to sense her true aura was difficult. It was like staring down into an abyss of deep water. The deeper he looked, the darker it became, and he could not see the bottom.
But one thing was certain.
She was at least as strong as a Superior Demon King.
And if his luck was bad, a Supreme Demon King.
And there was something else.
