Death Starfield
"You stubborn little brat, do you really refuse to come with me?"
A shadowy figure composed of dark energy hovered silently nearby, watching the man deeply immersed in meditation.
Koro slowly opened his eyes.
His gaze had grown deeper, as though capable of swallowing all light.
"Sir,"
Koro's voice was calm and firm.
"I have sworn an oath to the Creator, to serve only one person in this lifetime."
"Your kindness and your teachings, Koro is deeply grateful!"
Upon hearing this, the shadow couldn't help but furrow his brow.
He truly admired Koro, even considering him his only candidate for an heir.
But there was one thing that bothered him—this kid was incredibly stubborn!
He was utterly resistant!
"Do you know how many planes I rule over?"
"Just this small Death Starfield, to me, is no more significant than a speck of dust!"
The shadow stood with his hands clasped behind his back, trying to display his vast power.
