The Mad Blood Tyrant let out a piercing, anguished scream that echoed through the air. “Are you bastards crazy?!” Witnessing the wave of demons pouring down toward him, the Tyrant couldn’t believe the situation he found himself in.5

The demon realm, having lost not only its Monarch but also its nobles, was a world truly on the brink of destruction. The demons that had held onto their lives up until this point were nothing but worthless scum. They were creatures whose only hope was to die after a lifetime of slavery and harsh labor. Yet these pitiful and insignificant beings were daring to revolt against him. No, they were rushing at him, drooling with the intent to devour him.0

Enraged, the Mad Blood Tyrant conjured up blue flames. “How dare these barbaric worms bare their teeth at me!”2

Swoosh!0

Starfire. The flame of life was always burning within the followers of the gods of the distant outer universes. That blue flame spread rapidly throughout the coliseum,...2