Gulf of Sumer, territories under demon control
In a valley covered with the blood and corpses of thousands of demons, a figure was walking while looking around. He looked middle-aged, with fair skin and red hair.
He was wearing luxurious and extremely elegant clothes, even royal in style, clothes that looked as if they had been tailored specifically for a king.
He looked exactly like a human, and if it weren't for the long antler-like horns on his forehead, anyone would have mistaken him for one.
Of course, besides the horns, his aura, reeking of blood and destruction, clearly set him apart from all humans.
The man's cold eyes fell on the corpses. No emotion could be seen on his face, completely cold. Even his eyes looked as deep as an abyss.
"Your Majesty, you didn't need to come here personally," Zalkareth said, kneeling completely on the ground a few steps away from him. His body was trembling from fear.
