[A/N: This bonus chapter is thanks to the introvert_angel.]
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Ashra stepped away from her brother, her pale gold eyes were fixed on Simon.
She had taken only two steps when Veyra moved into her path.
"Your fight is with me."
Ashra's lips curled.
"You?" She looked Veyra up and down, at the torn clothes and the faint paleness that still clung to her face. "You were hanging in a cellar less than an hour ago. Do you really think you can stand in front of me?"
She released her aura.
It rolled across the cavern, heavy and cold, and the flickering runes on the gate dimmed beneath it.
Simon's eyes narrowed.
Ashra was a Superior Demon King.
Veyra was a Prime Demon King, and she wasn't even at her peak. Between Demon Kings, a single sub-grade was a wide gap.
But Veyra didn't step back.
Simon could not help but wonder what gave her the confidence to challenge Ashra in this battle.
Wind gathered around her body until her short green hair whipped across her face.
