"So, it was you." The Demigod smiled.
The Demigod's looked down on the teenage boy, whose wings made of black flames spread wide. The air around his body seemed to crack as the pressure from his aura intensified.
"You really think you're some kind of bigshot just because you defeated a small expedition force, huh? That's not an army meant for invasion, puny human. That is merely a scouting party."
The Demigod then raised his hand and summoned a spear that materialized out of thin air.
"Do you know how many worlds we've conquered?" the Demigod asked, his voice echoing across the battlefield. "Do you know how many Gods, False Heroes, and Chosen Ones have stood in our way?"
The Infernal army chuckled darkly from behind one of their commanders.
