"Because I promised someone I won't destroy this universe," Rebecca replied, her voice calm, her tone unhurried, and her pitch low—each word carrying a finality that made the air feel heavier.
"You claim you can destroy the universe? Ha! How laughable," the demon king scoffed, chuckling softly.
But even as he laughed, his eyes searched Rebecca's face for any sign of jest—any hint that she was exaggerating, perhaps bluffing to intimidate him. Yet her expression remained unchanged: solemn, resolute. There was no flicker of deception in her eyes. No tremble in her voice. Nothing but the terrifying certainty of someone who truly could do what she claimed.
His chuckle died mid-breath.
