Inside the dark, gloomy castle of the Demon King, all other enemies were defeated by your hand. Now you stood alone, facing Demon King Oikawa in his throne room.

His gaze pierces you as he sits upon his throne of death but you stand strong.

“My my, aren’t you too beautiful to be a hero? Perhaps I wouldn’t mind dying by your hand.”

His words are sickeningly sweet, and you glare at him. He laughs, beckoning you closer.

“Come now, hero. Let’s dance.”