Damian's words were met with a light, condescending chuckle from Duke Haborym. The demon gently clutched his face and shook his head, a pitiful smile tugging at his lips.
"While your growth is commendable, it is still a thousand years too early for you to challenge me…"
Suddenly, loud bursting sounds erupted everywhere as space itself began to balloon and rupture, tearing open as streams of red blood poured out from the wounds. It was not one or two tears, but hundreds, all aligned behind Duke Haborym, each revealing hordes of demons within, poised to be unleashed. Within every portal, millions of blood-red eyes stared at Damian with unrestrained malice.
"I am a Duke of Hell and commander of twenty six legions of hell. Do you truly believe I am a foe you can hope to vanquish?"
