At the palace throne room, one of the advisors rushed inside with urgent news.
"Your Majesty, your son has finally returned from his training retreat," the advisor announced excitedly.
Hearing this, the White Devil King's eyes immediately lit up.
"Bring him here at once," he commanded. "And summon Seraphina as well."
The advisor bowed before hurriedly leaving to carry out his orders.
Within minutes, two figures entered the throne room together.
Seraphina walked beside a tall young man with sharp features and confident silver eyes. His white hair was slicked back elegantly, and he carried himself with an obvious sense of pride.
This was Prince Azrael, the crown prince of the White Devils.
"My son, you're back," the White Devil King said warmly. "How was your training retreat?"
Prince Azrael smirked arrogantly at the question.
"It was good, Father," he replied. "Better than good, actually."
Without any warning, he unleashed his power.
