"You can't let this opportunity go."
The man on the throne didn't react to these words either.
He stared at the screen for long moments, his smile just as soft as before, and eventually, he chuckled.
"Ah, things are never so simple. Please, think."
He sighed. "A Heavenly Demon candidate, perfect to inherit the Throne of Desire. The last time such words were uttered, what happened?"
The veiled figure fell silent.
The last Heavenly Demon Candidate to rise and then attempt to claim the Throne of Desire had been… a calamity.
A calamity so grand that, to this day, the Palaces of Sin and Virtue still hadn't fully recovered, a calamity so foul only a select few even knew of the man's name.
"Look at him."
"He's being built to be broken. His wings haven't spread yet, and still I can already see the blood flowing on his back and the gashes from their absence."
