He threw his head back and laughed uproariously for a while. Then, he surveyed his surroundings. Everyone was looking at him.0

“Ahem. Hmm! You guys shouldn’t overhear others’ conversations.”0

Then he puffed his chest and asked the army in front of him, “Do you guys know…?”0

He spread out his arms, and black strands of energy emerged from his body as his eyes took on a sinister look. Something pitch black that wasn’t from the human world began to slowly creep up the spines of those watching him.0

“…that the scent of men grows more alluring with time…”3

His body was no longer under his autonomy. The great evil he had summoned had taken over his body.0

His eyes now belonged to a beast. His steps took on a bizarre flow, and before they knew it, he was right in front of the imperial army.0

He smirked, “My contractor said men are like fine wine.”0

“…!”0

He locked eyes with a soldier who dropped his weapon as all the strength left his body. The soldier could tell by instinct that he was facing a being he could not put up a fight against.0

A black curtain hovered over his eyes, and his vision began to fade.0

“According to that logic, then I am…”0

He started to lose awareness of his surroundings. The soldier did not even realize he was collapsing. All of his senses were submerged in darkness.0

The being’s voice whispered into his ear, “I’m Demogorgon, the vintage of wines, and the Mukarasanebo of demons [1].”2

***0

The dead suddenly stood up.0

Crockta could tell that it was the work of Iron, the man like fine wine, who had helped him...1