Being a demon that had served the Dark Lord's throne all his life, this was the most confusing situation for Nyx. The human, who was at war with the demons, harbored the power of the Dark Lord. Nyx looked more confused and bewildered than ever before.

"Are you confused?" Davey asked.

Nyx seemed at a loss for words at Davey’s question. "How can a human…?"

"The demons follow the Dark Lord. Although his command isn't absolute, it carries significant influence," Davey explained, to which Nyx fell silent.

"If the Dark Lord is not in his right mind, then who would stop him? It's the demons, above all else, who should stop him.”

"Dark Lord usurpation," Nyx finally seemed to understand the situation.

"But that is a privilege bestowed upon the demons! Unless the Dark Lord has gone mad, he would never agree to such a conflict!"

His outcry bore his firm belief in the demons.

With a sly smile, Davey touched the structures, the black pillar created from the 1st Grade Binding Arts, and the cross imbued with divine power, pulling Nyx toward the ground.

Despite his desperate struggle to escape as he was drawn into the manyfold combined sealing formation, it was futile resistance. Nyx was just...