The mere mention of the human bergugo (hero) was taboo in the demonic realm. Hearing that the hero already possessed the sacred sword shook the room like a bolt of lightning on a moonless night. The echo of those words resonated with a force that seemed to shake the castle's foundations. Lumière, the Sacred Sword. The weapon that had been the bane of the ancestors of that being on the throne, that had ended the lives of his predecessors countless times. Its edge had torn through his flesh and his thoughts throughout the ages, and each time the sword returned, it was as if the cycle of pain repeated itself once more. The demon, whose voice began to tremble due to the dark aura emanating from the king, added, his voice cracking with fear:
"My lord, we are unsure of his intentions, but if the sword is already in his hands, if the Hero has truly risen, the chances of his existence threatening his plans... are very high... we must do something."
