Touch of The Demon King

Whispers of the ancient past hummed with the flames.

"To escape the demons, you must become a child."

"Become a child? How absurd!"

"If you become a child, they cannot harm you."

Ru lay face down in the dirt, the pain so overwhelming it nearly knocked him unconscious. His vision blurred, then darkened. When he finally managed to open his eyes, he saw his own hand. It was so small...

But the flames crackled, and the ground shook with each step. The Devil King was approaching, step by step. Ru was consumed by such terror that he couldn't hold back his scream. He tried to crawl away, but the lower half of his body was covered in burns.

"No!" he shouted. His voice sounded foreign to his own ears. It was the voice of a child. And the smoke was choking that child with its suffocating hands.

"Stop! Please, stop!" the child pleaded. Then, something happened—the child fell silent, and Ru felt himself suffocating.