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The Return Of Demon Lord Part 2

Third Person POV:

Guy Crimson sat in the grand Frost Palace, sipping his tea with a bored sigh. The bitter chill of the Ice Continent swirled outside, but inside, his palace was calm, quiet, and undisturbed. It had been ages since anything truly interesting had happened, and as much as he enjoyed the stillness of his icy domain, there was a part of him that craved a little chaos.

Suddenly, a jarring pulse of energy cut through the air, ripping through the peaceful atmosphere like a shockwave. Guy's hand froze mid-sip, his eyes narrowing. This wasn't just any power-it was the unmistakable presence of someone evolving into a True Demon Lord. And not just any demon-this was intense, ancient, and familiar.

He slowly set his cup down, his red eyes gleaming with sudden interest.

"A True Demon Lord?" he muttered, the faintest smirk forming on his lips. "Now this could be fun."

It wasn't often that someone evolved into a True Demon Lord, and when they did, it usually involved massive destruction. But this aura-it was different. Stronger, darker. It crackled with an intensity that sent a shiver of excitement through Guy. And yet, there was something about it that tugged at the back of his mind, something that made him pause.

The energy was coming from the direction of the Great Jura Forest, near a small kingdom on the outskirts. With a single decisive motion, Guy rose from his seat, his curiosity fully piqued. Whoever had just evolved into a True Demon Lord had his full attention now, and he wasn't about to let such an event pass by unnoticed.

With a burst of speed, he shot out of the palace, leaving the icy winds swirling behind him as he flew toward the source of the power. The aura grew stronger with each second, and as he neared the location, the scent of destruction filled the air. The ground below was scorched, the remains of buildings shattered beyond recognition. Filtwood, a small kingdom, had been utterly decimated.

Guy's POV

Sitting in the grand Frost Palace, I sipped my tea, the bitter chill of the Ice Continent swirling outside the towering walls. The stillness inside was perfect-calm, quiet, and undisturbed. For centuries, I had ruled this place, and though I loved the icy solitude, something was gnawing at me lately. A need for chaos. Something to break the monotony.

Then, it hit me.

A pulse of energy so powerful it practically split the air. My hand froze, the cup of tea halfway to my lips. My red eyes narrowed, focusing on the source of the disturbance. This wasn't just any surge of power-it was the unmistakable aura of someone evolving into a True Demon Lord. Ancient. Potent. And...familiar.

Setting my cup down, a smirk tugged at my lips. "A True Demon Lord? Now this could be fun."

It had been eons since anyone had undergone such an evolution, and when they did, it usually resulted in mass destruction. But this aura was different-darker, sharper, more intense. A shiver of excitement shot through me. Whoever this was, they weren't just strong-they were dangerous.

With a single motion, I rose from my seat, the aura pulling me toward the outskirts of the Great Jura Forest, near a small kingdom. Filtwood. Heh, no great loss there.

In an instant, I shot out of my palace, cutting through the icy winds with a burst of speed, leaving behind only a rush of cold air. The closer I got, the more I could smell the destruction, the unmistakable stench of scorched earth and crumbling stone. Whoever had evolved into a True Demon Lord had laid waste to everything in their path.

The winds howled as I descended toward the kingdom, the sheer pressure of my aura pushing the clouds aside. My eyes narrowed at the sight below: a once-standing nation, now reduced to rubble. Chaos, destruction, and darkness hung in the air like a thick blanket. Half the damn kingdom had been obliterated. The aura I'd felt drew me in immediately-immense, dangerous, and unmistakably familiar. who in the hell could cause this kind of destruction?