"Now then, since your leader is already taken care of... because I was hoping for a real challenge, and now he's dead by my appearance alone," the Demon Lord said, her voice dripping with mock amusement. She posed like a model, one hand resting on her hips, her crimson skin gleaming with the dark allure of her confidence. "Quite unfortunate for any of you who think you will survive my attack."
Her words hit with the weight of certainty, and as the team gritted their teeth, they couldn’t deny the truth in her statement. Despite their formidable power, they knew just how overwhelming a Demon Lord could be. Whether strong or weak, the title of Demon Lord alone made them a force to be reckoned with. With a mere flick of their wrist, such beings could snuff out the lives of entire armies without breaking a sweat.