[Verdantia — The Ritual Chamber]
The summoning circle cracked.
Not broke — cracked. As if the spell itself feared what it had pulled through.
Lightning exploded across the chamber walls. The glyphs screamed. Magic flared red, black, and violet — colors no mage alive had ever seen.
Then—
He arrived.
The stone floor shattered under his feet.
Chains meant to hold him? Vaporized.
Ritual guards shielding the mages? Blown back instantly, blood pouring from their ears.
The Demon King stood in the center — but not as they remembered him.
He wasn't cold.
He wasn't calm.
He wasn't sealed.
He was raging.
🔥 He Looked Nothing Like a Savior
Eyes glowing crimson.Hair like ink bleeding shadow.His breath turned the air into ash.
His body shook — not from pain, but from limitless pressure straining to hold itself together.
"No…" a mage whispered. "This isn't what we summoned."
"We summoned the savior…"
"We brought back the Demon King."
💢 And He Remembered Everything
He remembered his village, under attack.He remembered his sister, bloodied.His father, outnumbered.His mother, pregnant and defenseless.
And then —
"You pulled me away."
"You left them there."
He screamed.
🌋 The Castle Couldn't Contain Him
The chamber walls collapsed first.
The upper tower disintegrated next — reduced to powder.
The Queen's castle — the strongest structure in Verdantia — cracked at its foundation.
His power surged unchecked.The skies over Verdantia blacked out.A shockwave spread outward in a ring of death.
Anyone within miles who wasn't protected by ancient wards or divine shielding?
Gone.
Ashura soldiers inside the castle?
Obliterated.
👁️ Everyone Felt It
In every corner of the continent — even those untouched by magic — people fell to their knees, clutching their heads.
The very essence of the continent twisted in terror.
The Demon King had returned.
But something was different now.
This was no longer a tyrant claiming power.
This was a god who had found something worth losing.
And someone had tried to take it from him.
👑 The Queen Watches from Afar
She stood on the cliffs, flanked by her fastest riders, watching the castle crumble.
Her eyes trembled.
"We brought him back," she whispered.
"But I don't think…"
😈 The Demon King Speaks
From within the smoking crater, his voice echoed — deep, fractured, resonating across the continent.
"Who brought me back to this cursed world ".