The Strongest Player is a Demon Lord

The Demon Lord

Philein passed through the portal, returning him to the domain of his master. A place that felt hostile towards him all of a sudden as the weight of his own body seemingly increased. Philein dropped down to his knees and it felt like all his bones and muscles are beginning to get crushed in that instant. His lungs are just the same, with the air within it suddenly feeling

“I hope there’s a good explanation why you’re alone Philein.” His master said.

This person is seated on a throne right in front of Philein. A poorly lit area that dimly shows the parts of the black armor of his master and the long black hair that this person has as well.

“I left the two of them master.” Philein said in reply.

He would lie to this person if he could but, unfortunately, that isn’t an option. His master isn’t a person that can be easily deceived. In fact, he doesn’t even think that this person can be deceived at all. One small lie would cost him his life and he does not like that kind of gamble at all.