The storm wracked sky burned with the remnants of Belial's fire and casting an eerie crimson glow over the battlefield. Below, Celestials, Archangels, and Demon troops stood in uneasy silence, their gazes locked onto the sky. The battle had stretched far longer than expected and whispers of doubt had begun to spread.
Why is he delaying?
Is the great Demon King struggling against a mere dragon?
Belial could feel their eyes on him. He knew what they were thinking. He could almost hear their hushed speculations and their veiled confusion. But he didn't care.
They were fools n his mind.
This wasn't about pride or proving his strength. He had already won. His power vastly surpassing this beast and if he wanted, he could have turned it to ash long ago. But that would be a waste.
No, this was not about killing. This was about knowledge.