The Demon King shook his head as he ended his thoughts, his mind shifting back to the God's projection and the question about what he knew of Anthony.
"Sorry to disappoint you, but I don't really know anything," the Demon King answered truthfully. Yes, he had fought Anthony in the past and knew about some of his attacks, but those were nothing, nothing truly remarkable or worth noting. Still, he remembered the blue flames Anthony had used to destroy his Soul Fragment at the time, a detail that lingered faintly in the depths of his memory, though he chose not to dwell on it.
"What do you mean?" the God's projection asked, visibly confused, as he had expected the Demon King to at least possess some form of useful information.
"What I mean is, we fought, but there is nothing special about him that I need to warn you about," the Demon King replied, his words steady and composed, carrying an air of deliberate indifference.
