“Fate is so amusing.” The sound of the creature’s voice echoed through the castle, merging into flowing words. “I lost my artifact almost thirty years ago and now I have found it out here in the sticks, to my great surprise. But, alas, it seems that I wasn’t the first to find it.”
It came very close to the General, who still hadn’t completed his swing.
“Little ant, have you decided that you can use the demon heart as a simple ingredient to help you crawl along your path of cultivation?”
Hadjar really didn’t like the sound of that.
A little ant that was able to ruin a centuries-old castle with just an ordinary swing of his hammer, and who’d found himself crushing steel armor with merely his laughter... What else had it said? The heart of a demon. Demons…
“I guess fate has chosen to bri
