The confrontation within the imperial city was reflected clearly in the three pupils of Three-Eyed Lord Rufus, each eye mirroring the towering phantom of the Original Demon looming over heaven and earth. The instant Rufus confirmed its true form, all arrogance drained from him. His massive body slammed into the ground as he kowtowed repeatedly, each impact cracking the earth beneath his forehead.
"Great Lord Original Demon!" he cried in fervent ecstasy, his voice trembling with worship. "You have finally descended upon this filthy world! Kekeke—wretched humans, your extinction is at hand!"
But then—something changed.
Rufus's laughter died mid-breath.
His pupils shrank violently as his gaze fixed on a single, insignificant figure standing beneath the Demon's shadow. A man in plain white robes. Calm. Upright. Unafraid.
"No way…!!" Rufus gasped, his voice cracking. "Who… who is this man…?"
At that moment, the Original Demon's colossal eyes shifted.
