The atmosphere became a physical weight, a pressurized tomb of ozone and sulfur as Kim Jin stood before the 65th Demon King. There was no preamble. There was no cinematic pause.
Kim Jin lunged.
The ground beneath his boots shattered into a fine powder as he bridged the gap in a heartbeat. His blade hummed, a streak of lethal silver aimed directly at the Demon King's throat. The Demon King didn't flinch. He raised a single, obsidian-clawed hand, catching the edge of the blade between two fingers. The impact sent a shockwave through the floor, spider-webbing the stone for fifty yards in every direction.
「The Constellation 『Head-band Bound Demon King』 is baring its teeth!」
