Demon monarch

That mere title carried weight, not just among demons but in all corners of existence.

Tales of the Demon Monarch's unmatched strength were whispered with reverence and fear, and if the rumors were true, even the gods had been wary of him.

Alisha's fingers twitched slightly, her posture shifting.

"The Demon Monarch's blood?" she asked, her voice calm but carrying an undertone of interest.

The black-haired demon's smirk widened.

"Ah, so I do have your attention after all." He took a step closer, lowering his voice as if to share a well-guarded secret.

"The tournament winner will be granted a drop of the Monarch's blood—a power unlike any other. The potential to evolve beyond limitations."

Jack remained silent, but his mind raced.

The Demon Monarch… of course, he knew who it was. There was no other person that could carry such a terrifying name, rather than the very existence that terrified the gods themselves.