The ground of Parnel looked as if it had transformed into a sea of black whirlpools.
A handsome man with long black hair, watching this from atop a high bell tower, murmured quietly to himself.
“Everything up to now was merely the prelude.”
Under the eerie light of the triple moons, his face—smiling in anticipation—was excruciatingly beautiful.
“Only once I send that failure beside you back to the 118th iteration will the true show begin, Ailette Rodeline.”
[Warning. ‘Demon King Infernos’s Immediate Judgment’ will begin shortly. Time remaining: 4 minutes 59 seconds.]
When the Dungeon Sync hit, I was swept away and separated from Thesilid. However, I was certain that he and the rest of my fellow knights from the order were somewhere nearby. After all, the clearing where I had fallen was a sort of waiting area where criminals were held before trial.
“Wh-Where are we… hic?” came a panicked voice.
“Sob… hic… sob…” another person cried.
“M-Mom… Mom…” someone whimpered.
The crowd that had been cowed into silence by the nearly suffocating pressure now began to stir, their suppressed cries rising. No mere human could possibly remain composed in front of the Demon King. Choking, wheezing sounds erupted here and there, and…