Everyone looked up and saw the figure of the young man with platinum hair. The girls were surprised and astonished.
They had thought Draco had killed this young man—so why was he standing here alive? Not only that, but they could also feel that his aura was far vaster than before. This realization made them uneasy as they glanced at Draco.
The Seat of Demons fixed their gaze on the young man, forming a protective barrier around Draco. Unlike the others, they could sense the immense threat and overwhelming aura he now possessed.
When the young man noticed their movement, he smirked.
"Demons, huh?"
"I never expected to meet you Demon Gods. It seems you're planning to revolt again, just like before," he said coldly.
The Seat of Demons frowned in confusion.
"Revolt?"
When had they ever done that? And when had it happened?
Then it dawned on them—they were living millions of years after the Great War. They didn't even know the full truth of what had led to their deaths.
