With the Fifth Demon God holding off the enemies, Mike and Maxen successfully escaped the battlefield and found a safe spot to regroup.
The Fifth Demon God had truly outdone himself this time, taking on the full brunt of the Void Maelstrom's wrath.
As the adrenaline wore off, Maxen finally started piecing things together. He turned to Mike, his expression a mix of confusion and realization.
"You… you gave him the tree on purpose, didn't you?"
Mike nodded without hesitation. "Of course."
The plan had worked flawlessly. The golden tree, with its unlucky aura, had not only saved Mike's life but also the Fifth Demon God's.
The tree had become a bridge between two unlikely allies, binding their fates together in a way neither could have anticipated.
From now on, the Fifth Demon God's luck… well, it wouldn't be great.
"May the power of unluckiness bless you," Mike muttered, almost like a prayer.