The lion carried me like a queen upon his back as we entered the village. The beasts surrounding us trembled under the oppressive weight of my aura, amplified by the sheer dominance of Lee Ja-Ho's presence.
My gaze swept across the crowd—countless beasts, at least three thousand strong, their eyes filled with a mixture of fear and reverence.
Good. This should be enough for me.
My heart trembled. Am I Nervous? Perhaps... After all, my destiny seemed to have irreversibly shifted onto this path. There was no stopping it now.
If becoming the Demon Lord is my fate, then so be it.
But I had no intention of invading other lands—not unless they pissed me off first. And let's face it, that seemed highly likely.
Ahem. Back to the matter at hand.
There was fear buried deep within me—fear of what might come next. Becoming a Demon Lord was no small feat, and I knew there was a chance I'd transform again.