The Black Sun

As Anos looked around and saw pure fear in the eyes of his people for the first time ever, he realized that his carefully crafted image of years was crumbling.

For all their lives, the demons had imagined the Black Dragon and the Demon King as these invincible figures—symbols of power beyond measure.

And now, watching one of them bleed had suddenly shattered that illusion.

The once-roaring demon audience sat in stunned silence, their wide eyes flicking between the wound on Drogo's obsidian scales and the masked human standing defiantly below. Whispers rippled through the stands, uncertainty tainting their once-absolute confidence as Anos clenched his jaw.

This was not supposed to happen.

The plan had been simple: overwhelm the human with an undeniable show of power, crush him before his people, and reaffirm to the world that the Demon King's supremacy was absolute.

But instead—

Leo had done the unthinkable.