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The Demon Kings paused their movement at a distance of several hundred meters away maintaining careful separation from Asher.

They weren't foolish enough to get too close. If Pantheon decided to attack, they needed enough space to dodge.

The first to speak was Lyrx, the Demon King whose back was covered in long, spindly spider legs.

"We did not come here to fight," she explained, keeping her voice calm despite the unease in her eyes.

Seeing Pantheon's head up close was far more overwhelming than expected.

It was like staring at a flying mountain, its sheer size making her feel insignificantly small.

Right now, she wasn't the one at the top of the food chain.

Asher recognized Lyrx as one of the Demon Kings he encountered before. That meant Zagan was also here.

After what Pantheon did, that poor dragon had probably fled—too scared to face the ancestor who loomed over his entire bloodline.

"I also did not come here to fight, but being surrounded by hundreds of ships and tens of thousands of demons isn't exactly the best way to greet someone," Asher said coldly, his gaze lingering on every demon king present.

"Do you agree with me, Pantheon?"

(I do.)

Pantheon opened its mouth, releasing a blast of scorching air.

The temperature alone sent the demons scrambling back, wings beating frantically as they struggled to hold their ground.

Those closest had no choice but to activate their barriers, the searing heat threatening to burn through them otherwise.

It hadn't even attacked, yet they were already at a disadvantage. The thought of it actually spewing fire was something they didn't dare to imagine.

Asher nodded in satisfaction.

Right now, the ancient dragon could probably kill him a dozen times over with just a fraction of its power.

Standing beside an existence like Pantheon was nothing short of overwhelming fortune.

Lyrx, still fighting the overwhelming pressure, forced herself to speak, not wanting to escalate the situation further.

"We placed this much security here because we are afraid of you."

"Afraid of me?" Asher's eyes narrowed. "I haven't done anything to deserve that. I even spared all of you before."

She glanced between Asher and Pantheon, her spider-like legs twitching slightly.

"It's our fault," she admitted. "So please, forgive us for the misunderstanding."

Asher sighed and shook his head.

All that arrogance had vanished in the face of absolute power.

Even the other Demon Kings avoided making eye contact.

"This could have all been settled peacefully if you hadn't captured my father-in-law, and just listened to him."

"We were wrong," she admitted. "I sincerely apologize for the actions taken against him. It was never our intention to provoke you to this extent."

"It's too late."

Asher's words made the other Demon Kings tense up.

Some instinctively prepared their power, ready to defend themselves if necessary.

Before the situation could spiral out of control, Lyrx quickly raised her hand, signaling them to stand down.

"Please, we don't want to fight—nor does the royal family," she said urgently.

"If your request is simply for the Morningstar family to be acknowledged again, then we will agree. We will even return their territory—no, we will grant them even more than before!"

Asher remained silent for a second longer.

"And what guarantee do I have that you'll keep your word ? You can just betray the Morningstar family in the future."

"I understand your doubt," she admitted.

"That's why we are willing to formalize it under an unbreakable contract, one bound by the highest demonic laws. Once signed, not even the royal family can go against it without severe consequences."

The other Demon Kings exchanged uneasy glances. Some clearly disliked the idea, but none dared to speak against it. The power imbalance was too great.

Asher exhaled slowly, tapping his fingers against Pantheon's scales.

It was a very good offer.

A contract bound by demonic law was no small thing—it was a binding agreement that even demons couldn't easily break.

If they were willing to go that far, then they were really desperate to avoid conflict.

However, he held all the chess pieces now.

Agreeing so easily would be a waste, especially after Pantheon had showcased its power.

In addition, the thought of anyone scheming against his wife's family—just like what happened to her mother when he was not around, made his blood boils.

"No... The Morningstar family will no longer be part of the twelve royal families."

Lyrx's expression froze.

"What…?" she muttered, struggling to process his words. "Then what do you want?"

Asher's gaze darkened.

"They will rule over everyone and be known as the monarchs of the demon world."

"What nonsense is this?!" one of the demons roar in anger.

"You dare suggest we submit to a single ruling family?!" another spat out.

Wings flapped aggressively, and dark energy crackled in the air as several of them clenched their fists, barely holding back their rage.

Even those who had remained silent now radiated pure killing intent, their pride as Demon Kings utterly trampled by the declaration.

Lyrx's spider legs twitched as she glanced at Asher, her jaw tight.

She expected heavy demands—but this? This was outright domination.

The others clearly thought the same, as some were already reaching for their weapons.

(I wouldn't do that if I were you. You will all be dead before you even know it.)

Pantheon's voice rumbled through their minds like distant thunder.

And then—chaos erupted.

The sea churned violently, waves rising like mountains, crashing and swallowing everything in their path. More cyclones exploded from the ocean's surface, spiraling into the sky like massive pillars of destruction.

CRACK!

CRACK!

CRACK!

Lightning rained down, striking the water with earth-shattering force. Each bolt illuminated the storm-torn battlefield in blinding flashes.

Asher stepped forward. "I'm going to ask again. Do you really want to go against us, or will you accept our demands?"

The Demon Kings' faces turned sour, their pride clashing with the reality before them.

Raging winds and relentless lightning tore through the air, but the true force crushing them wasn't the storm—it was Pantheon's sheer dominance.

Lyrx took a slow breath, her spider legs twitching as she forced herself to speak.

"Will you not change your mind?" Lyrx's voice wavered slightly. "What you're asking is too much..."