Lin Qui let out a long sigh as he stared at the man standing before him. He could not entirely blame Damain for reaching this point. In truth, perhaps he had been expecting it for some time.
Damain had endured too much on Earth, spending a year fighting enemies who appeared one after another while constantly wondering when the next threat would emerge from the shadows. He had survived angels and demons, all while carrying responsibilities that continued to grow heavier with every victory.
Then, after finally arriving in the underworld, the place where he was supposed to inherit a throne and find stability, he discovered that he was even more vulnerable than before. The enemies were no longer hidden in distant realms. They were his brothers, the council, and powerful clans that had been waiting for the opportunity to devour a weak prince.
