"S-Six Star…!"
Zild's voice trembled as his eyes remained fixed on the six black stars shining ominously on Aziza's chest.
'Peak Stage…'
His grip around his sword tightened, cold sweat trickling down his back.
He had faced countless powerful opponents throughout the years.
He had fought against people stronger than him.
He had fought monsters that could kill him with a single mistake.
However, this was different.
The difference between them was simply too vast.
"Hehe…"
Aziza's soft laughter pulled Zild out of his thoughts.
"What's wrong?"
The Demon Lord of Lust tilted her head innocently. "Weren't you trying to kill me?"
"…"
Zild did not answer.
Instead, aether surged throughout his body.
Wooong—!
His sword was immediately enveloped by a faint glow as he gritted his teeth.
'I can't win.'
He knew that—no, he had already accepted it.
There was no shame in admitting it.
Even Regis would most likely have difficulty fighting this monster head-on.
'But…'
