Chapter 580: The Demon King of Incarceration (1) [Bonus Image]
"I cannot kill Vermouth, and neither can Vermouth kill me," the voice declared.
The sound of plodding footsteps followed.
"Thus, the only thing we could do was to erode each other's minds through extreme pain."
The clanking of chains echoed in the air.
"But to me, pain has long since become a nauseatingly familiar presence, so much so that now it feels utterly inconsequential. Pain cannot wear me down because there is scarcely any mind left in me to wear out.
"Vermouth is different, or so I thought. Unlike the essence of Vermouth, he appears almost human in character, as if he is inebriated," the voice continued.
Eugene stood motionless, listening to every sound. The Demon King of Incarceration ascended the stairs, accompanied by these sounds. Eugene, Sienna, and the Saints watched his every movement.
"In fact, Vermouth faltered and nearly fell many times there. Yet, he stubbornly rose again and again to come at me," the Demon King of Incarceration said.
This place was the very heart and pinnacle of Babel. It was the throne room.