Finally, Ryan was face to face with the feared demon king of the frozen lands.
An enemy he knew very well, from a long time ago, that at some inevitable point they would have to settle the score.
'Except, I had already gotten used to the idea that I would not be the one to face him in direct combat,' Ryan thought to himself, feeling the weight of the crushing reality alter his plans.
A cold drop of sweat slid slowly down the side of his face, tracing a path down to his chin and falling to the floor.
Ryan felt overwhelmed for the first time after a long time of not feeling the real danger of death before a fight. Rigal was definitely not a simple opponent, his mere presence filled the place as if he were a natural disaster about to erupt.
The immense demon king slowly rose from his seat, fully showing his true and most monstrous final combat form.
