Their eyes were piercing, and both of their faces wore exaggeratedly radiant smiles.
Under such stares, Anos involuntarily swallowed his saliva hard. A chill ran down his spine as a growing sense of unease settled over him. He had a strong feeling that these two were up to no good.
And indeed, they were.
Seoryun swiftly strode forward in just a few steps and, catching Anos off guard, reached out to pull him into the room. Before Anos could react, the door was shut behind him with lightning speed. Seoryun naturally positioned himself behind Anos — in reality, he was blocking the exit, making sure the Demon King couldn't leave.
Anos stood there in stunned silence, completely thrown off by the black-hearted black-haired king's underhanded maneuver.
One blink — just one blink — and he had somehow ended up fully inside the room
Seoryun cleared his throat twice, speaking with a voice utterly devoid of guilt, as if there were no hidden intentions behind his words.
