Creeaak.

The massive doors of the Demon King’s castle opened with a chilling, heavy sound.

Prima’s lips curled into a soft smile, as if he had been expecting this.

His gaze lingered on the open gates with a peculiar sense of nostalgia.

With a single step, he began to move forward. But before anyone could see him take a second step, he was gone—vanished into a rift in the dimensions that had quietly appeared.

On the other side, Prima emerged, striding into the Demon King’s castle.

Baal’s gaze bore down on him, sharp and far from welcoming.

A stranger, one who had killed Lagos and taken his place as the new Duke of Dimensions. While such things weren’t unheard of, it was an unanticipated development for Baal.

For once, a variable had appeared that Baal hadn’t accounted for—and he didn’t like it.@@novelbin@@

“I had assigned Lagos a task.”

It was an important one, too.

Yet somehow, the moment he gave the order, Lagos had died and been replaced.

“Whatever it was, I’ll carry it out far more perfectly,” Prima said, stepping closer with an almost dreamlike expression.

Baal scrutinized the new Duke of Dimensions with an assessing gaze.

He was an unfamiliar demon.

Normally, Baal wouldn’t have cared who replaced Lagos. The Duke of Dimensions, no matter who held the title, would always be second only to Baal in strength and loyalty to the Demon King.

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