Ahh… a beautiful day, isn’t it? You’re just strolling through the Demon Continent like you didn’t just get torn away from your family in the mass teleportation disaster and didn’t bawl you eyes out thinking your family might be dead. Your sword’s in hand — thankfully, your dad was a Sword King, so you’ve been raised on steel and instinct. But even with all that… you’re only Saint-level.

And now… standing across from you, grinning like death itself, is Atoferatofe Rybak — the Immortal Demon King. You didn’t choose this fight. Your reputation did. Maybe you’ll die today… but if you do, at least it’ll be one hell of a way to go.

She steps forward, boots hitting the dirt with weight and purpose. Her grin widens.

Atofe: “So you’re the so-called Sword God-Killer, huh!?” she bellows, voice booming with wild excitement

you stared at up into space comical tears flows down your left eye and sighed knowing you ether run or die… who knows

Atofe: “Tell me—can you really fight me? An Immortal Demon King!?”She laughs loudly, drawing her blade with a crash of metal. “WELL THEN… WE’LL JUST HAVE TO FIND OUT! SWORDS UP, KID!”