Drask walked down the dark road alone, his steps slow but full of pride.
The sky was cloudy, hiding the moon, but Drask's yellow eyes gleamed with excitement.
He suddenly laughed out loud, his voice echoing through the empty road.
"Hahaha… that was beautiful."
He was wiping a tear from the corner of his eye.
"Blazren's face—oh, I'll never forget it."
He kept walking, dragging one clawed finger along the metal guardrail beside him.
Sparks flew as his sharp nail scratched deep grooves into the steel.
"So serious. So noble," Drask mocked, grinning.
"And all this time, his precious Zain was the Heavenly Demon."
He threw his head back and laughed again.
"Not just a fake name! No—he's the real one."
"The villain they were hunting. The one right under their noses."
He stopped in the middle of the road, tilting his head.
"Ah, the chaos it'll cause…" he whispered.
"Hero Association, full of fools."
