Our fight began five days ago when I infiltrated the demon king's realm, Darkmos.
Lucifero, the creator of this realm, once resided in a magnificent castle with his family and servants. My companions and I ventured deep into Darkroe, the homeland of the demons, in search of the entrance to Darkmos.

The demon king lit the way for us and allowed entry, facing over 1000 of us single-handedly, toying with us until only I remained standing.

"You speak as if you have won, Lucifero. Yet, here I stand," I declared as I closed the gap between us, imbuing my fists with lightning and fire.

Lucifero greeted my attack with a menacing grin. I struck his ribcage directly, creating a cloud of smoke that obscured my vision. However, I enhanced my sight with mana and observed no visible damage. The king countered my blow with laughter.

Despite my relentless assault, it seemed that my attacks did not affect him. With each strike, I intensified the power of my fists to break through his defenses. He stood unfazed, enduring every hit without a flinch.

Realizing this, I infused my fist with a significant amount of mana and landed a mighty blow on his jaw, causing his massive stature to move back slightly.

Lucifero's face turned to the side, producing a loud crack reverberating across the desolate wasteland once his home, before snapping back to face me.

"Impressive, but now it is my turn." With those words, he instantaneously appeared in front of me.

Caught off guard by his overwhelming speed, I felt a surge of panic, but I quickly regained my composure and prepared for his next move.