Max glanced down at the headless corpse of Demon Lord Kome as it slowly tumbled into the depths of the ocean, the ripples of blood already staining the waters below.
His face carried a strained expression, his breathing slightly heavy from the toll it had taken. Yet beneath that fatigue, a glimmer of satisfaction danced in his eyes.
"It worked," he murmured with light excitement, as though testing a theory that had just been proven true. "Monarch's Authority… a soul-based technique, truly terrifying in its power."
The corners of his lips lifted slightly, not in pride, but in quiet acknowledgment of what he had just accomplished.
Though the act had nearly drained him—costing him almost half of his Green Soul Force—it was a price he gladly paid. After all, Demon Lord Kome hadn't been some wandering lesser fiend. He was a peak Expert Rank demon, someone who was worshipped as a god in the Lower Domain.
