Kneeling before the demon king, Yandol felt the weight of his decision settle on his shoulders. Delikan's hand descended onto Yandol's head, and in that moment, Yandol's inner resolve solidified. "If this is what I must do to protect what I hold dear, then I have no choice," he mused silently. A soft smile touched his lips as he continued his inward reflections, "As long as I'm able to witness my little boy being born and growing into an amazing man, surpassing even my own achievements, then I'm glad. I would have no regrets."
As Yandol knelt before Delikan, a powerful surge of demonic energy emanated from the demon king. The energy flowed seamlessly into Yandol's body, accompanied by a radiant purple glow that enveloped them both. Amillia, lying on the bed, observed the mysterious exchange, tears trickling down her face.