"Could it be true?" one of the demons muttered under his breath.

    The rumors that had circulated for days, whispers of a potential heir, now seemed to hold more truth than anyone had dared to imagine.

    The idea of Draven having a grandson was no importance for some, while a total nightmare for others, knowing full well how fragile the current state of leadership within the alliance.

    But the words came directly from his mouth, leaving no doubt that he was very serious about this.

    Speaking with such certainty was rare for him, and even rarer was his willingness to openly mention family ties in front of everyone.

    It only meant that he was deeply convinced his guess was right. The fact that he was willing to use his authority so freely to confirm it spoke volumes.

    One could only imagine what he would do if it turned out to be true.

    "What the hell is this bullshit, Tara?!" A large man, his face resembling that of a bull, spat out angrily.

    His voice was full of disdain, upset by the turn of events. He was one of the Demon Gods from the opposing faction within the alliance.

    "Is that senile old man crazy?!" he grumbled, his big fists clenching.

    "Mind your words, Caurus, or I''ll kill you myself!" Tara shot back, her voice cold and full of warning.

    Caurus sneered, unbothered by her threat.

    "Do it if you have the ability. That old man is suicidal. Does he want to start a civil war while we''re dealing with the Devil and the threat of hell?"

    Tara''s eyes narrowed, annoyance flashing in them, but before she could respond, the auras of the other opposing Demon Gods surged.

    In an instant, they, alongside Caurus, shot toward the stage, their power making the ground beneath them tremble.

    "This is madness!" Caurus bellowed, his voice sharp with anger. "You should have consulted us first!"

    His words echoed through the air, the force of his anger radiating outward.

    He had known this moment would come, but he had hoped to control it, to steer it in his favor before anyone caught wind of his true intentions.

    But now, with her blunt accusation, the cracks were showing. His plan was no longer a hidden card—it was out in the open, and the consequences of his impulsive actions were beginning to unravel.

    "Enough," Draven''s commanding voice cut through the air,. "I will not be questioned on my decisions. This is a matter of family and legacy, not politics."

    Remu''s gelatinous form rippled slightly, as if she was considering her next words carefully.

    "It''s not just about the truth," she shook her head.

    "Even if he''s really your grandson, this will create a power struggle. Are you telling me you want to divide us now?"

    The only reason the alliance remained intact was because everyone accepted him as their leader.

    He was the strongest Demon God, and time and time again, he had proven that he deserved the position.

    But if he stepped down, other council members would be ready to take his place. Reign''s presence had become a problem for them.

    "Remu, if you don''t stop talking, there will be no dividing. I will subtract you five from the council," Draven snapped, his dark red aura surging.

    The entire place began to tremble, and even the sky shook under the force of his anger.

    All the other demons watching felt a wave of fear wash over them. If they started fighting, the entire capital would be destroyed.

    Meanwhile, Reign, watching this unfold from the shadows, couldn''t help but shake his head. He''d been under the wrong impression, thinking Draven was sane in the first place.

    ''Damn, that old man is a complete psycho... Now I''m pretty sure I''m not related to him at all. I''m not that crazy,''

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    Authors Note:

    Back to two chapters again.