They failed.
"Even with every strategy I had devised, every advantage I had painstakingly provided, they could not defeat the Demon King. He was simply too powerful. It wasn't that my solutions had been flawed—no, they had been sound. But the Demon King had grown far beyond what I had anticipated. Over the years, he had uncovered ways to shield himself, fortifying his defenses against the very Heroes who had once managed to wound him. And when the battle came, they fell. "
I met Khione's gaze, my expression unreadable. "You saw them die?" I asked, my voice calm yet weighted with the gravity of my inquiry.
Khione nodded, her expression carrying the heavy burden of what she had witnessed. "I saw everything. Their existence—every last fragment of their souls—was swallowed, consumed by the boundless darkness of the Demon King. They were not just killed. They were erased, reduced to nothingness. Every Hero who stood against him, every warrior who dared to challenge him, perished."
