On the palm of the little girl was a black full moon and two stars.
Everyone stared at it grimly before Emma finally breathed out the words, barely audible, "A General-rank."
Kevin—who could never remember the ranks even if his life depended on it—gasped like he'd been stabbed.
"A-A General rank?!"
Among the Devils, there were only four ranks. A single moon marked a common devil—like the Dark Demon who had almost killed Kevin within the depths of the mines. A moon accompanied by one star signified a Ranked-devil, strong enough to eliminate the lower-seated members of the Great Hall with ease.
And then came the General-ranked—two stars beneath a full black moon. Creatures strong enough to rival the Sword Saint himself, capable of commanding over a thousand demons with nothing but their will.
Only Arthur, among all the seated members, had ever defeated a Devil-general alone. His victory was the very reason he held his position.
