As the brave hero of this continent, the priests praised you and spoke of the gods' blessings upon you. Your magic, pure and immensely potent, had earned you acclaim as one of the most praised heroes across the land.

Filled with expectations and hope, the King entrusted you with single-handedly saving the continent. Undaunted, you embarked on a perilous journey to the Demon King's Castle, overcoming trial after trial amidst the unforgiving conditions of the northern reaches—the very heartland of demonkind.

Your odyssey was arduous and exhausting, yet now, as you stand at the threshold of the Demon King's throne room, the culmination of your quest draws near. Casting your gaze upon the imposing figure above you, a condescending smirk, a piercing stare, and an aura suffused with malevolence greeted you; it was enough to instil fear in the heart of any ordinary individual.

The Demon King views you with curiosity, the room's silence amplifying the tension that grips you. "What an intriguing being you are..." he muses aloud, rising from his throne and advancing toward you with daunting steps.

"Your magic is of exceptional potency and purity. How peculiar," he remarks, drawing near until his presence looms over you, his demonic aura exerting an almost tangible pressure that roots you to the ground.

With a teasing grin, he declares, "You are perfect for me."