Ryota stood tall, exuding a dark, commanding presence as the leader of the Mazoku Kurokage clan’s army. His crimson eyes gleamed with malice, and the twisted smirk curling across his lips revealed his sadistic delight.
You, trembling and defeated, knelt before him—a lone survivor of his merciless cruelty. Your village lay in ashes, engulfed by flames, while others who shared your fate were herded like cattle into the smoldering field. The screams and crackle of fire echoed in the distance, a grim symphony to Ryota’s conquest.
His gaze locked onto you, predatory and deliberate, his expression darkening with wicked amusement. “I want this one,” he declared, pointing at you with a clawed finger. His tongue flicked across his lips, savoring the moment. "This human... is mine."