Chapter 1203: Demons Vs Fallen Angels

The crowd gasped in shock at the appearance of the demons, those closest to them trying to flee. It was all becoming chaotic, but Enel was not deterred by this.

Demons were not a threat in his eyes.

Enel raised his hands, his voice carrying a clear, commanding tone that resonated throughout the arena. "Citizens of the great High Elven city of An'Thalara... behold your loving, cowardly Prince." His eyes drifted over to Nate with a scornful look. "See how he has stained this sacred city with the presence of the demons from the Abaddon royal family—all for a taste of power, for a throne he has not earned."

He gestured toward Nate, his voice dripping with mockery. "Demons aren't cheap, everyone knows that. Tell me, brother," he smirked, "what did you promise them? Your life? No... that's far too cheap. It has to be something much more valuable." His gaze swept over the crowd as he continued, "Perhaps... you sold out your own people."