Lust...Lost...Last Survivor.

"WHAT??!!" General Wu's voice cracked like thunder across the battlefield. "YOU DARE?! IS THIS YOUR PLOY TO MAKE US YOUR SLAVES? YOU THINK WE'D ACCEPT THIS TRAP?!" His face twisted in disbelief and fury.

The Dread Sovereign remained unmoved, his voice calm. "We offer—"

"Huh? WHAT COULD YOU POSSIBLY OFFER THAT'S WORTH MORE THAN OUR FREEDOM?!" Wu roared, his chest heaving. For a moment, he had hoped—just for a fleeting moment—that there might be reason in this surrender, a reason with these wretched demons. But now? Now it was clear, he thought. It was all a trick all along, typical demons' ploy.

"We offer..." The Dread Sovereign continued, unshaken. "We offer...our Eternal Servitude."

General Wu blinked. He wasn't sure he had heard it right. His ears rang, everyone's ears rang, the words echoing as if the heavens themselves had spoken. A Heavenly Proclamation.

"Our Eternal Servitude...to Humanity," the Dread Sovereign declared again, his voice unwavering. 

Wu's mind reeled, the words spinning in his head. He opened his mouth to respond, but before he could, the sky above them tore open.

A brilliant, otherworldly light pierced through the heavens, spilling onto the battlefield. The light was pure, blinding. Stars appeared in the daylight sky, shining as if it were the dead of night. A pillar of light bathed the Dread Sovereign and General Wu, as though the very universe had turned its gaze upon them.

Wu's jaw hung open. He had never seen—never even imagined—such a thing.

"The heavens..." the Chained Demon whispered, its gaunt eyes wide in disbelief. "The heavens themselves are witnessing this? Is this real? You, Dread Sovereign... you're not lying? You truly offer the entire Demonkind to humanity's eternal service?"

The Dread Sovereign, kneeling still, looked up slowly. His expression, normally full of cunning and cruelty, was now one of serenity. His golden eyes glowed faintly in the celestial light, reflecting the stars that shimmered above. The warlord of demons, the terror of humanity, now seemed small beneath the vastness of the heavens.

Wu staggered back, his mind struggling to make sense of what was happening. His heart pounded in his chest, confusion flooding him.

"What... what is happening?" he muttered, his voice barely a whisper, as if speaking too loudly would shatter the fragile reality before him.

The light, the sensation—it wasn't a lie. It couldn't be. But why? And how? He felt the weight of something beyond comprehension pressing down on him.

"What is going on?" Wu asked again, this time louder, but the question was swallowed by the blinding light that poured down from the heavens.

The Dread Sovereign slowly stood, the light encasing his form, elevating his every movement to something divine. He wasn't merely offering surrender. No, this was something far more profound, something Wu didn't yet fully understand.

"What say you?" the Dread Sovereign asked, his voice calm yet carrying an unmistakable edge. Beneath his words, Wu sensed a chilling ultimatum: Choose. Total annihilation of humanity, or a future with demons enslaved to their will.

Wu's grip tightened on his sword. How could he choose? The weight of it pressed down on him like a mountain. This wasn't just about today—it was about tomorrow, about generations to come. Humanity's fate hung in the balance, and he alone was being asked to decide it.

Could this really be prosperity for humanity? Or was it some twisted version of it? Would the future generations thrive under this 'Eternal Servitude' or suffer beneath the weight of their demon slaves? Prosperity had always been something they fought for, something earned through sweat and blood. But this—this was offered on a platter, with a sinister edge.

Was it a trap? A final scheme by the demons? Accept us, or die.

He had come here to die, along with his men. That was clear. But this... this offer? It changed everything. He was just a soldier—a fighter, not a ruler, not someone who should decide the fate of an entire race. He had never wanted this kind of responsibility. He just wanted to fight, to return home, and live the rest of his life in peace.

This choice—this impossible choice—was too much for him. He wasn't the right person to make it. 

But there was no one else.

The moment itself felt like holding its breath, waiting for his decision. General Wu could feel it—his own breath had stopped. He didn't dare to exhale, afraid that with one wrong move, he'd doom them all.

"What does eternal servitude mean?" he asked, voice barely above a whisper.

The Dread Sovereign's voice was steady, unyielding. "We will be beneath you. Yours to torment, to exploit, subject to your mercy and salvation."

"Why?" Wu's question hung in the air, almost desperate.

"That question holds no merit," the Dread Sovereign replied coldly. "You are not our master yet. Accept us or—"

"Never…" Wu wanted to shout, to roar in defiance. That's what they had come here for. But the words caught in his throat. He couldn't say it. He couldn't afford to say it.

"You will be beneath us?" Wu asked again, his voice trembling with disbelief.

"Yes."

"Loyal?"

"Eternally loyal," the Dread Sovereign replied, his tone unwavering.

"What if this is a lie?" Wu's eyes narrowed, still searching for the trap, for the deceit that must be there.

The Dread Sovereign's hand lifted, pointing to the heavens above. "Not under the Law."

General Wu's mind raced. He didn't understand the heavens or the laws they claimed to represent. He had never believed in such things. At first, he thought it was another ruse by the demons, another illusion to trick them. But deep within him, he felt the truth. The light that poured from the sky—it wasn't an illusion. It was pure. It was the Order. It was the Law.

And somehow, he knew it wasn't a lie.

"And what if I decide to kill you all? Order you to die, all of you, after you accept your eternal servitude?" General Wu's voice trembled with fury, trying to understand the madness of it all.