As Leon carried out the execution of the twin Apostles, the battlefield fell into a suffocating stillness.
The remaining Demon Nobles did not intervene.
They watched.
Count Dralix and Count Bozad stood frozen, their earlier arrogance nowhere to be found. What lingered in its place was something far more restrained—far more telling.
Not panic… but horror, tightly coiled beneath rigid composure.
Before their very eyes, an infant divine—a human—had just erased one of the Demon Empire's most valuable assets.
They had always looked down on Dante and Damien.
To them, the twins were flawed creations—demonic humans, impure, unworthy of standing alongside true bloodlines. And yet, disdain did not blind them to value.
The Apostles of Vengeance were powerful, dangerously so, and more importantly, they were essential.
A Gospel had been silenced.
With their deaths, the Demon Empire lost more than two warriors—it lost a voice, a vessel through which its doctrine spread.
