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Chapter 998: A Real Strong Power

What Kabradhabi said put a crease in every face in the hall.

The demons were fighting on two fronts. And the enemy humanity had never even encountered was the one keeping them occupied — the main force of the demon army locked in a war on the far side of the continent, leaving only a portion free to suppress the Land of Dawn.

Roland watched the witches who had been feeling cautiously optimistic just hours before go quiet.

The giant paintings in the Divine Land showed four species. The underground civilization was gone. So the so-called Sky-sea Realm was likely the homeland of the fourth — the most mysterious of the four paintings, a portrait of something with deep-sea eyes. Had the demons moved immediately against the sea creatures after claiming the underground civilization’s relic? Were they waging that war while simultaneously keeping humanity pinned in a corner?

If that’s true, it’s no wonder Kabradhabi looked down on us with such complete contempt. A Senior Demon sees the witches as a nuisance — and the common people as weeds.

At the same time, Roland kept his guard up. Kabradhabi was not a creature that simply yielded. It had driven its troops deep into the artillery formation and then hijacked the Mind Resonance to invade Zooey’s body. It knew how to fight even from a position of total defeat. This story about a second war could just as easily be a weapon — a piece of panic distributed for free.

No one in the room could verify it.

Roland straightened and let ease into his posture. He glanced at Alethea.

“So — this damaged soldier is the demon?”

“It would seem so. I don’t know how Zooey managed it, but she never would have said anything like that herself.”

“Good.” He nodded toward Zooey. “Eat whatever you like in tonight’s Dream World visit.”

“Thank you, Your Majesty.” The corner of her mouth moved. Then her expression settled back into its usual stillness. “Unfortunately, this one has now adjusted to our methods. It’s learned to control what it allows to surface under Resonance. We won’t be able to pull anything from it the way we did at the start.”

“That’s not your fault. No one has ever interrogated a Senior Demon before. Misjudging that was inevitable.”

“Ridiculous name,” Kabradhabi muttered, through the soldier’s damaged throat. “You call us demons as though we are something from your primitive myths. You look on other species as evil and call yourselves civilized, while you’re nothing but backward barbarians. Your comfortable days are numbered. When the Fountain of Magic opens again — you will die out.”

The room exchanged looks. The Fountain of Magic. A phrase from their own legends, now spoken from a demon’s mouth.

“Is the Fountain of Magic… the Bloody Moon?” Roland asked.

“Bugs always see surfaces.” Kabradhabi declined to answer directly.

“Is it a sphere made of condensed magic power?” Agatha stepped forward. “That wouldn’t make sense to me. I’ve seen the Red Moon with my own eyes. Whatever it is, it’s impossibly far above us. You said the winner would open the door to the Fountain — that would require a ladder to the sky.”

Kabradhabi snorted and turned the soldier’s head away.

“Where is the Sky-sea Realm?”

Silence.

“Did you destroy the underground civilization?”

Silence.

“Is the technology you used — the creatures that extrude the black pillars — inherited from the underground civilization?”

“Save it, bug.” The demon finally opened its mouth. “I’ve already given you more than I intended. The rest you will never force from me — even if you send that female back in.” It paused, glancing toward Zooey. “I won’t be giving you anything more. Kill me if you like. Otherwise, Emperor Hect Zod will eliminate you all — and I, Kabradhabi, will be reborn in the Fountain of Magic!”

The interrogation had hit its ceiling. Roland accepted this.

He’d leave it to the Taquila witches. They had time now — Kabradhabi’s soul was in a disabled body, going nowhere. Patience would accomplish what pressure couldn’t.

Roland spread his hands and changed direction entirely.

“You say your last defeat was a trivial setback. So tell me about your real strength. What does your army look like? What does the Sky-sea Realm’s army look like? How strong is the Sky Lord? Strong enough to match a Transcendent? None of that is sensitive information, is it?”

He had calculated correctly. A creature with Kabradhabi’s character could not resist this particular invitation.

Oh, bug.” The demon’s voice swelled with something genuine. “I’ll tell you. Our power is beyond anything your small minds can model. Do you know why we call you bugs? Because the distance between an advanced race and a backward species is like the distance between a bird and an insect. It is a difference in the nature of magic power itself. At the far end of this continent, at the border between our territory and the Sky-sea Realm, our soldiers are beyond counting. When we march, the mountains shake.” A pause — and something like pride entered the voice. “The enemies from the Sky-sea Realm match us. That is the only reason you’ve survived until now. As for your Transcendents — in the past, the most powerful of your females might have given the Sky Lord competition. But the Lord has grown since then. Grown smart. If it had led the army in the last battle instead of us, it would have drained all of your blood single-handed. When you hear that the Sky Lord is coming — kneel. It’s the fastest way to die.”

Roland sifted the information for what was real.

Logistics is the demon army’s primary constraint. Without Red Mist, they cannot advance. A force large enough to pin the Sky-sea Realm would require anchoring to vast networks of black stone tablets. They can’t simply redirect that army to us on a whim.

And the Sky-sea Realm’s forces are strong enough to fight the demons in Red Mist conditions — which means they’ve either adapted to it or developed a counter. Not merely “as strong” as the demons. Kabradhabi is understating things, and the understatement is its own kind of admission.

The demon never called the sea creatures bugs or worms. That tells its own story.

And one more thing: Kabradhabi never actually claimed the demons destroyed the underground civilization. It said each species could upgrade by consuming a shard. That’s different. There’s a gap there — something missing.

While the demon was still enumerating its race’s glories, Roland interrupted.

“In fact, you don’t know what real power is.”

Kabradhabi stopped. “What? Bug, what could you possibly know—”

“Real power,” Roland said, “doesn’t fill the world with darkness. It dispels it. Real power is willing to burn itself in order to illuminate and warm — like the sun.”

“What,” said the demon, “are you even talking about?”

“It’s simple.” Roland cleared his throat. “You’re so powerful — so why don’t you light the fire?”

He stood, turned, and walked toward the gates at the far end of the hall. Back straight. The witches fell into step around him.

He didn’t look back.

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