Korbin. The Fifth Seat of the Demon Race.
"You…" Craig muttered, recognizing him instantly. His voice dropped low, eyes narrowing. But after a long moment, he gave a nod. "Alright. You get one chance. Go and kill him."
Korbin's lips curled into a small, dark grin as he turned toward Max. "How about it?" he asked, his tone casual, almost mocking.
Max's answer was a slow smile. "Honestly? I was waiting for your battle," he said, his voice calm but edged with anticipation. Finally, a direct fight. A clear confrontation. No political maneuvering. No veiled threats. Just combat. A part of him relaxed slightly.
The situation had de-escalated—for now. He didn't have to unleash his Authority yet, but he kept the thought close. 'If the demons don't back off after this, I'll have no choice. I'll kick them out of the tower… or worse, kill them.'