In the Void, a gaping maw was relentlessly chomping.
The crunching sound echoed back.
Hiss!
Two eerie sounds transmitted through the air.
Followed immediately by a soft exclamation.
"What is this?"
The gaping maw opened and spat out two sharp objects glowing with a dim cold light.
Those were two black bone spurs, uneven and jagged.
True Demon Sword Bone.
"Ah, so it's these things," mused the being known as 'Lord of Sacred Beasts' among the Demon Race, examining the bone spurs, "Truly unpleasant to chew."
"It's been a long time since I last ate those demons from the abyss," Lord of Sacred Beasts licked his lips, seemingly still craving more, "always so delectable."
Before being sealed, he used to eat at least a hundred members of the Demon Race each day.
These twenty thousand years of being sealed had certainly aggravated his craving.
"First, to find more demons..." a crimson flash passed through Lord of Sacred Beast's eyes.
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