At the moment Xino's words fell silent, a gentle glow suddenly descended from the sky, enveloping the heads of everyone present, and shrouding the fog-veiled forest in a layer of solemn and sacred garb.

Without thinking, the leader of the Gray Wind Tribe, Terrell, instinctively raised his head to gaze at the dome above, soon to be met with astonishment reflected in his eyes.

The crystal atop that dome was like the surface of a lake bathed in moonlight, giving rise to ripples spreading out in a pattern reminiscent of fish scales.

Bright moonlight poured into the forest, much like a clear night sky.

Night fell.

No—

More accurately, it brightened.

Gazing at the silver ripples spreading across the dome, the excitement in Terrell's eyes was simply indescribable, as though he had witnessed a miracle bestowed by Lord Demon God Himself!

The illuminated dome had returned!

The moonlight, which had vanished since the latter stages of the war, had once more returned to hover over Mist Forest, infusing it with new life!

And not just that!

The thing that truly moved him wasn't just the moonlight that was again cast upon the forest, but also the hope that the bright moonlight brought to him!

If he had previously harbored any doubt about the young Demon King, worried that his abilities weren't sufficient to sustain his ambition, now in his heart there was nothing but respect and admiration!

To illuminate an entire forest spanning hundreds of square kilometers…

Such a feat could never be achieved by an ordinary Undead Mage!

Either he had received an investment from some major figure in Demon City, or he had been granted a miracle directly by Lord Demon God Himself!

Now that Mist Forest had regained its former splendor, could the complete resurgence of the entire Maze be far behind?

Praise the Demon King!

Demon City indeed had not forgotten this remote frontier, Lord Demon God indeed had not forsaken His devout followers!

Terrell prayed in his heart.

At the same time, the withered staff in Terrell's hand gently moved, making a crackling sound as if stretching stiff bones, reviving with the vigor of youth.

"Hahaha… Finally, that familiar sensation returns," a contented hum came from the cracked bark.

The revival wasn't limited to the withered branch, but included the entire silent forest. The rustling sounds passing through the woods were like the swaying of leaves, and the withered trees bathed in moonlight seemed to come to life, again bursting with the power of life.

A vast presence spread around, enveloping the demons standing in the forest along with the spreading moonlight.

Vargur was the first to sense it.

As an insect, it instinctively trembled before the grandeur of a life much greater than itself, its voice involuntarily emitting a chittering sound.

In the presence of the awakening behemoth, it was like a flea upon its body… even though the entity had not directed any hunter's malice towards it.

Those large eyes embedded in its carapace moved about, eventually focusing on Terrell, followed by an astonished and indignant outcry.

"What have you done?"

Terrell was equally shocked by the change in the withered staff in his hand; he remembered that even in Reggie Dragon's living days there hadn't been such a scene.

He didn't know what had happened, but still speculated with a gentle tone.

"Nothing much, just that our venerated ancestors have awakened from their slumber."

The withered staff in his grasp was "Gray Wind," and also the ancestor of their Dark Night Elf tribe.

A thousand years ago, their people migrated to Thunder County with a branch that fell from the mother tree of Yigede, then as time passed and the expansion of the Isaac Dynasty, they were forced to flee from Silver Moon Forest to the mountains, later allying with the First Demon King and following him underground...

Mist Forest was also planted at that moment.

Without exaggeration, the entire Mist Forest is their "His" roots!

That pure Strength had transcended Strength itself, and even reached the realm of Divine, beyond what mortals could measure!

Different from Vargur, Glak was more amazed by the moonlight filling the entire dome.

That surging power seemed more pristine, more majestic, and more unstoppable than even that of Reggie Dragon!

The Demon King...

Was he truly merely a human?!

How formidable must his strength be?!

Like most Beastmen, the muscle-brained Glak almost instinctively attributed everything he saw to the Demon King's personal strength, unlike Terrell who pondered the involvement of major figures in Demon City or even Lord Demon God.

On the other hand, completely different from him, the "Shadow Demon General" Thanos, equally shaken inside, leaned entirely towards another extreme of grand narrative.

He had heard about the influence of Reggie Dragon's family; a renowned noble house in Demon City, just a step away from the Demon God Cabinet.

And now, the progeny of Reggie Dragon not only did not show discontent towards "the arrangement of Hell's elite," but rather purposefully came here to support the new Demon King...

Such immense authority!

Could it be—

Thanos's pupils widened slightly, a possibility suddenly emerging in his mind.

This new Demon King, behind him, there lied a family that even the "mighty" Dragon family felt wary of!

Disregarding objective reality, this was indeed the most reasonable conjecture.

However, what is intriguing is that although the situation is not at all as he imagines, his speculation is unexpectedly closer to the truth than Glak's fantasy?

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