Chapter 93: The Hunter Kings Wrath and an Unexpected Arrival

The underground groaned beneath the pressure of three overwhelming forces.

A demon in the shape of a man.

A beast corrupted by an ancient god.

And a king who refused to kneel.

The air was thick with malice, each breath laced with raw power.

Dexter rolled his shoulders, his grip tightening around Olathros. The sword hummed in response, as if eager to sink into flesh.

Across from him, Korrin crouched low, muscles coiled, his silver eyes glowing faintly beneath his mess of dark hair. There was something feral about him now—something twisted. His body pulsed with unnatural energy, the same taint of Behemoth that had nearly shattered the world once before.

Between them, Daemon stood still.

Unshaken. Unbothered.

A slow smirk curled at his lips. "So this is the best the great Reinhardt can offer?" His voice was smooth, mocking. "Disappointing."

Dexter exhaled sharply. "You talk too much."

Then—they moved.