“It appears to be true. The Aberrant we sent after the boy was thoroughly destroyed.” A voice said.

“So Kurahara actually implanted the Demon King’s corpse into the boy?” Another voice chuckled.

“Madness. Madness. To think the power of our king placed in the hands of a mere boy.” A third voice answered.

“It doesn’t belong to him. We need to get it back.” A woman’s voice said. “I’ll get it myself.”

“No.” A final voice rumbled. “Let us watch this boy. It’s amazing that the power of it hadn’t consumed him and turned him into an Abberant. He appears to be able to control it to a small degree.”

“But Demon King Mazen…”

“I have spoken.” Mazen said. “We shall monitor the boy for now. Send Shadow to watch his every move. We must bid our time, awaiting the day the tree bears fruit once again. When that day approaches, I shall retrieve the arm from the boy’s corpse personally.”

“Truly, you Demon King Mazen, surpass Ozen in everyway.” A voice praised. “While he was arrogant enough to have compassion, you are devoid of it. You are power incarnate.”

“You dare denounce my brother’s name in front of me?” The woman’s voice said.

“Enough! No need for this. Ozen is dead, but his power will still serve demon kind. For that, we should all be grateful.”

“Yes, Lord Mazen.” The voices agreed in unison.