Erebos shook off the chains that had bound him. As they clattered to the ground, they disintegrated, fading into nothing but wisps of energy. He then dusted off his suit with an air of nonchalance.
"I have many friends in far places," he remarked, his voice steady and confident.
Placing a comforting hand around the old Yami King, who appeared somewhat disheveled, Erebos conveyed both support and camaraderie.
"It's a pleasure to meet you again, my lord," he said, bringing a hand over his chest in a gesture of respect. His eyes held a glint of relief and triumph as he continued, "I expected death in that mess, but here we are.
But, in the end, it went just like you predicted."
Meanwhile, the Demon King, overwhelmed by frustration and disbelief, cursed under his breath. Emotion drove both hands above his chest, clenched tight. The tension in his voice sharpened as he turned to Mr.
Dracula, "You saw that liquid, right?"
