Red shards

The atmosphere seemed to grow dimmer as one walked deeper into the palace. Many strange antiques adorned the walls, displaying the strange taste of the ruler of this place. 

As Zick followed Nheriff, many demon servants bowed their heads before moving on. The air was filled with a kind of tension that made Zick's face harden. 

'Those servants...No all the servants are leaving the palace and going away.' Zick's eyes sharpened. His eyes glazed over to Nheriff, there was no visible change in his expression. 

'I see, so the outcome of our meeting is already set in stone...' Zick looked forward, feeling the atmosphere grow heavier. 

Could Zick defeat the demon lord with his strength alone? 

He didn't know this question's answer himself either. Only by fighting with the demon lord can the clear difference between them can be measured.