The Great Demon. The King of All Demons. One of the Old Gods.

The red, reptilian eyes turned toward Taesan.

[......Amazing.]
Baal muttered with an air of interest.

[I can’t read it.]
Baal, an Old God who had existed since before creation, could read anything.

Up until now, that is.

But there was one thing he could sense.

Strength.

It was unbelievable that such a being could exist, one who could call someone like himself by that name.

[Are you here to conquer this place?]
“If so, what of it?”

Baal gave a bitter smile.

[It’s my …