[Antares, the Monarch of Destruction, nods.]0

The World Tree. That was the answer.0

There was no telling how Antares knew, but the tree that Jiwoo had clung to so desperately in her dream was none other than the World Tree.0

A sudden realization flashed through Suho’s mind. I know how she reawakened. It was just like with Vulcan.0

He remembered the legend of Vulcan, the Demon of Greed. It was a tale that had circulated among the demons following Esil.0

Demons could be divided into two types: those with intelligence and those without. Intelligent demons didn’t even consider the mindless ones as kin, viewing them more like vermin.0

Vulcan had belonged to the latter category. He was at the very bottom of the hierarchy, a lowly scavenger among demons.0

“Just a maggot squirming on instinct.”0

That had been Vulcan’s original identity.0

Yet fate had smiled upon him. Despite being born a nobody, he had survived by hiding in the shadows, doing whatever it took...0