It took a long time for Baal to calm down.

Lloyd, too, experienced the same pain.

But he was too busy laughing at Baal's self-inflicted misfortune to even notice the ache.

After all, Baal had gotten himself into this mess, and a fractured skull was no big deal.

The Demon King’s body could recover from such an injury in no time.

Finally regaining some composure, Baal sat up on the rock.

The past four years had left him drained, unable to grow his power any further. The only silver lining was that Lloyd hadn’t grown strong enough to overpower Baal either.

Lloyd, on the other hand, had a different reason for his stagnation.

He was weakened by the longing for his daughter, a longing that gnawed away at him.

As Baal and Lloyd continued their struggle for dominance within the same body, time marched on.

For Baal, these years were an endless torment. For Lloyd, they were an unrelenting battle.@@novelbin@@

It was then that a rift tore open in the void, and a figure stepped through.

Baal didn’t need to confirm who it was. He could tell from the holy aura radiating off the newcomer, a glaring contradiction to his demonic nature.

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