"The ritual summoning is a success, like what he expected," said a man with long black hair while levitating up above the clouds with two others.
Then he lifted his hand, and the second he opened up his palm, a black hourglass materialized in front of him.
"Though, that’s too short of a ti. Don’t you think?" The woman beside him stated; her hair had a denim color, and one of her eyes was obstructed by its strands.
Afterward, she looked at it a little closer. The grains of sand were pouring down in unimaginable speed.
"More or less, three minutes and he would be gone," she comnted, concerning her worry.
"We just need a diversion for humanity’s hero; that’s more than enough. Let’s move," the old man beside them said while stepping forward.
"That man destroyed Aragorn in a short span of ti and reduced our force up to this much," he added. Then he took a glance at the woman and smiled before continuing his words. "Even with all your pets around, you’ll have a hard ti against him."
His statent made the woman surprised, but it only lasted for a second.
"You’re way too harsh on , Professor," she replied, pouting.
Upon seeing her expression, the old man laughed in joy, and he descended downward while the man in the middle waved his hand, making the hourglass vanish away. His silver eyes glanced at Djaleryse for a second before he followed the old man’s trail.
Left alone in the endless darkness, looking at the destruction underneath her, Djaleryse’s lips curled upward.
"Well, you might be right, but still..." she uttered, and her smile turned into a nacing grin.
’Once the pages flip forward, even Him will kneel before ,’ she claid inside her thoughts.
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The fighting montarily ca to a halt as both of the opposing forces watched the scene unfold. Though the mont Ren fell down, the knights lost their morale, and the demons didn’t waste a single second. They beca more aggressive, destroying the knight’s montum.
The unknown man’s appearance shifted the tide of the battle once more. Augustus and the others tried their best to stand and resist, but the intimidating force coming from the man was a troubleso burden for them. Their bodies felt heavy, and they couldn’t even bring themselves to look at the demon who defeated Ren.
They were like a bunch of livestock waiting to be slaughtered. But despite the current situation, Augustus, the emperor, rejected the idea of his empire’s demise.
"Even if I burned all of my strength, I’ll save my people; I’ll protect this land!" He shouted with extre determination, igniting the embers of purple fla around him.
He stood up; circlets of fla appeared on his wrists and on both of his ankles. Then his whole body was engulfed in flas. He charged towards the parade of demons, turning everyone he touched into ashes.
Several tornadoes of flas were created by his swift movents, scorching everything in its path. He turned the whole place into a raging sea of purple flas.
However, at the very next second, a cold wind blew away, and the blazing flas were extinguished in a one-felt swoop.
Even the flickering embers around Augustus died down. He was astounded to the point that words failed to escape his mouth. He couldn’t fathom what happened.
All that he knew was that the man standing far away from him was the one responsible for putting out the fla.
"W-What did you do?" Augustus asked while stuttering in fear.
He even made a step back without averting his eyes from the demon.
"I rely sneezed, and your flas dissipated," the man replied, mocking the old emperor.
Then the man lifted his hand, and different embers of fla appeared on the ends of his fingers.
Each of them had different colors, which made Augustus widen in surprise. White, black, yellow-gold, and green—it was the first ti that he saw such things. However, it was the fifth color that made him drop his jaw.
"B-blue fla?" He said, his voice barely a whisper.
"Your purple flas are not even worth collecting," the demon stated.
Then he flicked his little finger towards the emperor. The green ember hit Augustus, and the fla began to crawl and eat his body. Despite being immune to fla, he began to cough up blood and felt excruciating pain on his chest.
"The colors of flas signifies their rank and destruction power. That green fla is not that hot, but its poison is lethal," the demon said.
And he flicked one of his fingers once more. This ti it was the ring finger.
For the second ti around, Augustus was hit on the head, and the golden flas toppled the green one. The pain started to depreciate, and a relieving sensation enveloped him.
’What kind of fire is this?’ He thought.
"That one is called the divine fla; it burns, but it doesn’t destroy; instead, it heals and helps in recovering so portion of energy," the man disclosed and flicked his middle finger afterwards.
The blue fla ignited, but Augustus felt nothing like before, and his brows knitted as he watched himself engulfed in blue flas.
"That one is considered the hottest fla for so ti, though I bet you wouldn’t feel it because of your Legacy," the man explained, and then he released the black fla from his index finger.
Having his strength regained, unlike before, Augustus moved sideward to evade the incoming fla. It landed in the corpse behind him. Augustus looked at it, wondering what its effect was.
But contrary to his expectations, the fla just died down.
"That one had a very grand na, the undying flas. It only consus living beings; it feasts on energy, and it won’t die until its target loses all of its energy..." The man paused and rotated his hand.
His thumb was now facing the ground.
The next second, the white fla fell down and moved across the field at an abnormal speed; it went in the emperor’s direction.
But Augustus didn’t stand still; he leaped upward to dodge the flas trajectory; however, to his surprise, it chased him upward, and his foot was caught in fire.
For the first ti in his life, he scread in agony; fear was written on the outline of his face; the pain of being burned alive sent shivers down his spine.
He released his purple fla with the thought of countering the white fla, but upon contact with it, his fla was eaten and his whole body was set ablaze.
He fell onto the ground, rolling, screaming at the top of his lungs; the more he resisted, the more the fla grew bigger.
"How does it feel to be burned alive? This is known as the strongest, the fla that could only be seen on hell—the one that burns for eternity, the fla that is even capable of incinerating souls," the man said as he made several steps closer to the emperor.
At the sa ti, Augustus looked at the demon right in front of him, his teeth gritting in pain, but despite this fact, he didn’t succumb to death right away; he fought for his life; however, the flas kept on burning nonstop. Then, he began to see illussions; mories started to flash in front of his eyes.
"Uoiea," he uttered with his lips so dry upon seeing the image of his daughter.
The ti continued to pass, and the area was filled with the emperor’s suffering. Several seconds later, his howl ca to a stop, and his body lied on the ground, still burning with his eyes wide open. However, the spark of life from them was no longer present; the emperor of humanity had fallen.
. . . . .
Silence enveloped the area, and the knights trembled in fear. With Ren still unconscious and Augustus being killed, they closed their eyes in surrender.
’It’s the end for us.’ They all thought, grieving.
However, for so unknown reason, the demon stood still; he didn’t co for their lives; he just raised his head and looked up at the sky. Then a smile blossod from his face.
"At long last!" He exclaid with excitent.
And his sinister laughter echoed across the horizon.
Afterward, the roll of the thunder was heard. It was followed by a black lightning that struck downward towards the demon position.
A heavy explosion occurred where small particles of rubble flew up on the open ground. Behind this curtain of dust, a man with black hair ca into view.
On his right hand was a jet-black scythe pointing at the side of the demon’s neck.
"That’s one hell of a greeting," the man said.
He didn’t even bother himself to look at the cold weapon aid at him. And upon seeing that the newly arrived individual had not a single reaction, the grin on his face vanished, and his eyes started to open.
"It’s been a while, hasn’t it, Eighth Sovereign, or should I call you Trickster of the Underworld?" He asked, his unusual eyes glaring at Zeno with contempt.
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