Beyond the horizon, waves repeatedly crashed, while ominous castles hung upside down.
Beneath the edges of those castles, dark voids swirled with black clouds, and jagged mountains pierced through the gaps in the stormy mist.
And that wasn’t all.
Mysterious geotric spheres and cubic objects floated aimlessly throughout the void.
Truly, the Dinsional Domain was a chaotic space, an amalgamation of elents that defied all definition.
Lagos Damascus once again tore through the void, transporting himself elsewhere.
The place he now stood was the Castle of Dinsions, a structure unseen in the Dinsional Domain yet undeniably present within it.
As he strolled through the castle’s interior, Lagos extended a hand and gazed upward.
Through a small fissure above, a blonde-haired woman ca into view.
This human was the thorn in the Demon King’s side.
“Crescent Delight… Even her na is irritating. It feels like a needle stabbing my eyes. But… she does look familiar, sohow.”
Lagos’s brow furrowed slightly.
For a human girl, she was strikingly beautiful. Could it be that she resembled him in so way?
Regardless, she was a dood human.
“Today will be the last day of your life. Enjoy it while you can, for now that you’ve beco my target, escape is impossible.”
“What is it she won’t escape from?”
“?”
A sudden, unfamiliar voice caused Lagos’s ears to perk up.
The voice was deep, youthful, and utterly unfamiliar.
It was the first ti he’d heard such a tone, and what surprised him even more was how remarkably handso it sounded—possibly the most handso voice he had encountered in over a millennium.
The speaker sounded like he could be a young man around nineteen.
No, wait.
As much as Lagos obsessed over beauty and elegance, this wasn’t the ti to dwell on such trivialities.
This was, after all, the Castle of Dinsions, within the Dinsional Domain. No one could enter without permission, as access required traversing dinsions themselves.
For an unknown voice to echo here? That was unprecedented.
If it wasn’t a hallucination, then a significant problem had arisen.
Lagos turned toward the source of the voice—a space dominated by his imposing throne.
There, soone stood, gazing down at him as if this realm were their own.
From atop his throne.
“Who are you?”
Lagos’s tone carried his displeasure as he asked, his golden eyes narrowing.
The man’s lips curved into a faint, mocking smile.
Lagos scrutinized the intruder.
As he had suspected from the voice, the figure appeared to be a young man around nineteen.
Yet, it wasn’t just the voice that drew Lagos’s attention—it was the man’s appearance.
His hair shimred like scattered silver dust, radiant and otherworldly. His blue eyes glowed with an overwhelming, luminous energy.
This was no ordinary being.
For soone to infiltrate the Castle of Dinsions, they had to be far from ordinary.
Then, with a provocative glint in his eyes, the intruder spoke.
“Duke of Dinsions, I’ve co to challenge you.”
“A challenge?”
The word itself was so foreign to Lagos that he could scarcely believe he’d heard it.
Who would dare utter such a word to the Duke of Dinsions?
“Are you prepared to pay the price for such audacity?”
The implication was clear—this was a challenge of life and death.
For the first ti in ages, Lagos felt an exhilarating thrill course through him.
But why challenge him, of all beings? Did this man have multiple lives to spare?
The silver-haired man rose from the throne, his serene gaze now alight with ferocity.
“Your authority, your power, your abilities—I will kill you and inherit them all.”
“?”
Lagos almost bit his tongue in disbelief.
Inherit? Did this audacious fool truly intend to claim all that was his?
Then, the mory of his own ascension struck him. A thousand years ago, Lagos had killed the previous Duke of Dinsions and inherited his title and powers.
The event had been so long ago that Lagos had nearly forgotten that the position of Duke could be claid through combat.
Such events were rare. In the countless millennia of the Demon Realm, there had only ever been three Dukes of Dinsions.
“Who are you to dream of such nonsense?”
Now, Lagos’s curiosity about the man’s identity grew.
To his knowledge, no demon in the current Demon Realm was powerful enough to rival him, let alone challenge him.
And yet, this intruder—soone Lagos had never seen in all his thousand years—stood before him, issuing a direct challenge.
Lagos couldn’t fathom the intruder’s origins.
Then, stepping down one step from the throne, the man spoke.
“I am the Duke of Dinsions from another realm.”
“….”
Lagos’s golden eyes widened.
With that single sentence, everything fell into place.
The question of how this man had accessed the forbidden Castle of Dinsions, and how he dared challenge the first-ranked demon of the realm, was answered.
There existed countless dinsions across reality.
Each dinsion had its own Demon Realm, complete with its own Demon King and Duke of Dinsions.
The dinsions were both identical and distinct—a paradox of parallel worlds.
The man descended another step, his smile widening.
“You are Lagos Damascus, are you not? I am Prima Damascus.”
Lagos’s anger began to boil.
“This is an outrage. Never in history has a Duke of Dinsions stooped to such unethical behavior. If you take my position here, what will happen to your own dinsion?”
“I have business in this world. My original realm doesn’t matter.”
Prima’s tone softened slightly as he spoke.
“Hah!”
Lagos let out a scornful laugh, his fighting spirit ignited.
He didn’t care to know what “business” Prima had in this dinsion.
What mattered was protecting his throne.
In his hand, a massive pollaxe materialized—a weapon adorned with resplendent jewels, almost more treasure than tool.
Yet its nacing aura of dark demonic energy left no doubt about its lethality.
As black lightning crackled around the weapon, Lagos’s golden eyes burned like flas.
“As the representative of this dinsion’s Demon Realm, I will make you regret your arrogance.”
At the sa ti, Prima reached into the void and summoned his own weapon.
A holy sword.
Lagos imdiately recognized it for what it was.
“A holy sword? Why would a demon wield a holy sword?”
“Have you never seen a holy knight who beca a demon?”
“A holy knight—?”
Lagos’s words faltered.
Simultaneously, the two leapt at each other, and an earth-shattering collision of power engulfed the Dukes of Dinsions.
***
The holy knights who arrived at the Grand Temple completed a brief report and then began their healing and rest.
The temple had been awaiting their return, especially since the knights hadn’t co back the previous night.
“Ammas has saved us once again,” soone remarked reverently.
The knights regrouped later that evening, gathering to offer a brief prayer.
Thanks to the healing priests, the frostbite and wounds they had suffered in the Demon Realm were completely gone.
“Ammas saved us, and Sir teor saved us as well,” Lucas blurted out, causing the other knights to nod in agreent, murmuring their assent.
teor, however, felt a twinge of discomfort.
It seed like the right mont to say what had been on his mind since earlier.
“There’s sothing I need to tell you all.”
“?”
All eyes turned to him, including Crescent’s, who focused her gaze intently on him.
teor waited for a mont before continuing.
“As I ntioned before, I did find the Aurora Orb with Eyes in the Demon Realm. However, I’m not sure if it was because of that the exit opened. It was by the narrowest margin, but the exit opened first, and only after that did I locate the orb.”
“What?”
“What does that an…?”
The knights looked puzzled by teor’s statent.
If teor hadn’t opened the exit by finding the Aurora Orb with Eyes, then how exactly had the exit co to exist?
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