Closer, even closer!
The ten-meter-tall Combat Demon wielded the Hammer of Chaos. Gazing at the looming Temple of Night just within reach, a greedy, excited sneer spread across its face.
As long as it broke into the Temple of Night and found the original object of the Goddess of Night on the divine statue, the task given by the Chaos Demon Lord would be accomplished, and it would receive the long-awaited reward.
The terrified faces of the inferior Catpeople, who couldn't even fly, excited every cell of the Combat Demon beyond words.
Buzz!
Suddenly, from within the Temple of Night, a Sword of Black Flame emerged, with a malevolent aura entirely different from the Principle of Night, as if freezing everything to an icy point. In an instant, the Combat Demon's vision lost all colors except the simplest black and white.
"Huh!? This..."
