Seven Rainbow City

After the crushing first defeat, the demon forces regrouped with frantic speed under the personal command of Demon Lord Arkos—only to be utterly annihilated once again.

This second loss was no longer a mere setback.

It was a slap.

A loud, ringing humiliation that struck deeper than death itself.

Arkos could already hear it—the mocking laughter of his brothers and sisters echoing through the Infernal Court. The curled lips. The whispers spoken just loud enough to sting. Pity masquerading as concern. Contempt disguised as silence.

His jaw tightened.

Veins bulged along his temples as demonic smoke bled from his skin, curling into the air like heat rising from molten iron. His aura churned violently, warping the space around him, yet it did nothing to soothe the inferno raging in his heart.

All of this.

Because of one single woman.

His crimson, hate-filled eyes lifted toward the sky.

There she was.

A lone figure floating above the battlefield—radiant, untouchable, absolute.

She appeared no older than her early twenties, yet her presence carried a weight far beyond mortal years. Her aura was detached from the cycle of life and death itself, an unshakable finality that belonged only to the heavens. Her beauty was flawless, almost oppressive, and her expression was cold enough to freeze thought.

A pure-white gown draped her form, immaculate and unstained, untouched by the oceans of blood soaking the land below.

Beneath her feet, the seven-colored barriers of Seven Rainbow City shone brilliantly—unbroken, unmarred, as though the fortress had ascended beyond the battlefield entirely. Demon corpses littered the scorched earth outside the walls, their remains dissolving into ash under her indifferent gaze.

Even the demonic tide recoiled from her presence.

Every breath she took radiated divinity.

Every slight movement burned through demonic essence like sunlight through frost.

Arkos' killing intent surged violently, nearly tearing free of his control.

It was her.

This woman.

The one who had crushed him once—and then had the audacity to do it again.

In the higher circles of the Demon Realm, rumors were already spreading like rot through flesh. Word had reached him that Lord Rufus, one of the Great Monarchs of the Demon Race, had openly expressed disappointment.

Not anger.

Not rage.

Disappointment.

That single word cut deeper than any blade.

Arkos' claws slowly tightened.

And for the first time since he had taken command, doubt crept into the heart of a Demon Lord.

Above them, the battle-torn sky stretched endlessly, draped like a black funeral shroud. Thunder split the heavens again and again, jagged bolts tearing open the clouds as the cries of the dying rose in broken choruses. Rivers of blood carved fresh scars into the land, steaming as demonic corpses piled upon one another.

And yet—

She stood at the heart of the storm.

Untouched. Unbothered. Divine.

The raging wind failed to stir her robes. The thunder did not dare approach her. Even the chaos of heaven and earth seemed to instinctively give way, leaving a silent domain around her existence.

Her eyes—clear, colorless, and utterly detached—fell upon Arkos.

That single glance pierced him.

There was no killing intent, neither hostility.

But something far worse.

Indifference.

As though he were not an enemy… but a speck of dust that had drifted into her field of view by accident. As though his existence itself was a trivial inconvenience.

When she finally spoke, her voice sliced through the battlefield like a blade of frost, extinguishing all noise in its wake.

"With this…" she said calmly,

"my second promise to Father is fulfilled."

Her gaze drifted away from Arkos, already dismissing him, already finished.

Then—softly—her lips curved.

It was not a mocking smile.

It was not cruel.

It was the faint, sincere smile of someone dreaming of the future.

"Now," she continued, almost thoughtfully,

"I only need to find the perfect man to marry and leave behind a worthy heir… only then can I begin my journey—to explore this vast world and see all that it has to offer."

A spark flared within her eyes.

Not world domination ambition.

Not power.

Only Yearning.

Ming Yao—genius daughter of the prestigious Ming Clan—had never desired thrones, armies, or dominion. What she had always wanted was freedom. To wander. To see the unknown. To walk beyond the borders drawn for her since birth.

But the Patriarch—her father—could never allow a heaven-blessed daughter to risk herself so easily.

Thus, he had bound her with three impossible promises.

Only by fulfilling them could she earn the right to leave.

And now—

Two were already complete.

Only the final vow remained.

As Ming Yao's tranquil words drifted away on the wind, Demon Lord Arkos' reason shattered.

To him, her calm was not grace.

It was mockery.

Her indifference crushed him far more thoroughly than any blade ever could. She did not see him as an equal adversary.

She did not even see him as an enemy.

He was an insect.

Something crushed beneath her feet while she spoke of marriage, heirs, and dreams.

The humiliation detonated.

Every vein of demonic power within Arkos' body ignited at once.

His aura exploded outward like a volcanic eruption. The air screamed as shockwaves tore through the battlefield. The ground fractured violently, molten fire gushing from the ruptured earth as the remnants of order collapsed into chaos.

"YOU DARE LOOK DOWN ON ME!?"

His roar shook heaven and earth.

"UNACCEPTABLE!"

"I, Arkos—Lord of Demons! Descendant of the Three-Eyed Clan—have never been humiliated like this!"

The world warped around him.

His three eyes burned crimson, radiating light like miniature doomsday suns. Demonic energy condensed into visible waves, crushing the air, twisting space itself as reality bent beneath his fury.

"YOU WILL PAY WITH YOUR LIFE!"

And for the first time since the battle began—

The heavens themselves seemed uncertain whether they should intervene.

And yet, Ming Yao's expression did not waver.

Not even slightly.

"Enough," she said flatly.

Her voice was calm—so calm that it felt out of place amid the howling storm of destruction. Yet the moment the word left her lips, it carried absolute authority.

"It's time I ended your miserable existence once and for all."

The heavens responded.

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