Chapter 250

Demon King’s POV

Something snaps suddenly inside of me. It isnt a sound, It is a tear inside the very core of the realm, and it rips through me like a blade driven straight into my chest.

I freeze mid-step. The flames along the walls bend low, shrinking as if something far greater has entered the space.

No.

My fingers curl slowly.

No. The feeling comes again, stronger this time, undeniable.

The altar.

My altar. Gone.

My breath leaves me in a sharp, uneven pull. For a moment, I did not move. The world around me seems to stretch and distort, like reality itself is trying to adjust to something it should never have to face.

Then the pain follows. It crashes into me without warning, violent and consuming. This is something far more painful than any physical pain. Something tied to years of work, to power, to purpose. It claws through me, tearing apart everything I built, everything I fed into that structure.

Decades. All