Chen Yu stood before the towering Demon King, gaze steady despite the oppressive aura weighing down on him like a mountain.
Then, he took a deep breath and spoke.
"I believe there's someone—or something—manipulating all of us. Humans, demons, and spiritual beasts. They want us to fight… to tear each other apart. And they're waiting for the moment when all three realms are thrown into chaos."
The Demon King leaned forward, interest flickering in his molten eyes. His deep voice echoed in the throne room. "Kid, do you remember what I said earlier? About killing a human a hundred years ago?"
Chen Yu gave a small nod.
"That man… he came here, just like you. To convince me. To warn me. And yes, you're thinking correctly." The king's voice grew colder, heavier. "Every hundred years, Earth merges with our realm and that of the beasts. This will be the tenth time it's happened in my lifetime. I've lived for nearly a thousand years… and seen this cycle repeat nine times before."
