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The Prince's Demonic physique was bigger—making him taller than the grinning human before him.

"The time for what?"

Legris Damien seemed to be enjoying the situation. He already knew what Abellion would say, but hearing it could provoke a different emotion.

The Prince returned Legris' undaunted smile.

His sharp teeth were displayed, and an almighty power enveloped him—causing the entire room to be filled with Miasma.

Any normal person would die.

"The time for war!" The Prince said with a sinister undertone.

His smile contained even more malevolence than before.

That was because he knew what he was talking about.

The humans were a threat! No, not just them… the others as well.

While the Demons were in seclusion, inhabiting the Northern Continent, the three other large patches of land contained the thriving races that basked in prosperity. They lived in an illusion that the Demon Race was vanquished—forever exiling them to this remote part of the world.