The sea breeze gently caressed the coast as Hero Lox drew his sword blade from the body of the Demon Clan cadre.
"I am very sorry, Lord Demon King..."
Blood spurted from the wound, and the werewolf-form Demon Clan cadre, filled with resentment, fell to his knees.
The shattered town was filled with the broken corpses of the Demon Clan.
The demons guarding the city would never have imagined that Hero Lox possessed such strength.
Even though the gap in power was huge, the demons guarding the harbor still charged at the Hero without hesitation.
The result was predictable.
Wiping the Holy Sword clean of blood, Lox sheathed it.
Watching Lox from a distance, Vorquis's partner couldn't help but swallow nervously.
Princess Eena sensed something even more unusual.
Since the day the Hero communicated with someone via the crystal ball, his personality inexplicably grew somewhat colder.
This coldness also manifested in the battle.
