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Aher, the True Demon of the Scythe.
The Black Reaper, who held all death beneath his feet. Life withered beneath his tread, and the weak perished at the re sight of him.
Conversely, this ant that those with sufficient power could resist instant death.
The Guardian of the Forest and the Divine Archer were particularly troubleso in this regard. Their power was one thing, but it was their relentless, self-destructive fury that truly unnerved him.
He had nearly died several tis at their hands. This was partly due to his current restrictions.
[Survive, no matter the cost. Do not die.]
With only seven True Demons remaining, they were too valuable to lose. Yet, they were now forced to fight on the front lines.
What a cruel irony.
At least, it had been manageable until now. Suppressing the Half-Demons had been relatively easy.
Until a year ago. He hadn’t anticipated the elves joining forces with the Half-Demons.
Even Aher, a veteran of countless battles, hadn’t foreseen this. The Half-Demons, bolstered by the elves, were a completely different force.
They were now evenly matched with Aher’s forces.
[Containnt is sufficient. Do not overexert yourselves.]
“Zaiha might say that, but I can’t just stand by and watch.”
He wasn’t the only one who felt this way. He thought of his remaining brethren, his dwindling kin, and his Queen.
Aher took up his scythe.
He set a trap and waited for the elves. They were fanatics, driven by a blind hatred of True Demons. They would co, he was sure of it. But his plan failed.
Revil, the leader of the Half-Demons, intervened personally. It would take at least two more True Demons to hold him back.
Aher was forced to send his reinforcents away.
“There you are, you piece of trash.”
“Ready to die?”
“Damn that Revil!”
And just as he had feared, the elves appeared as if summoned. Aher realized he had walked into Revil’s trap. But he didn’t care. He hadn’t planned on running anyway.
“Let’s settle this once and for all.”
The title of True Demon carried imnse weight.
Yet, despite that weight, Aher was slowly losing ground against the elves.
The Divine Archer, Clara, a master of both ranged and lee combat, wielding her bow and sword with equal skill. And Cluna, supporting her from behind with powerful magic.
They were a perfect team.
If this continued, he would lose. He would have been defeated if the Divine Archer hadn’t stopped her attack and looked behind her.
A True Demon.
The title carried imnse weight. Turning your back on a True Demon in the middle of a fight was suicidal. And Clara paid the price.
Aher, the True Demon of the Scythe, tilted his head. He had fought Clara and Cluna before.
She wouldn’t create an opening like this, not willingly. She had been looking behind her right before she died.
Had soone co for her? As he looked up, a fist slamd into his face.
Thwack!
It was a blow so fast that even Aher, a True Demon, couldn’t react. The force of the impact nearly tore his head from his shoulders.
He managed to withstand it, but he knew he couldn’t take many more hits like that. He thought it might be the Guardian of the Forest, but no. He could still feel her magic attacks.
‘So, a third party has intervened.’
That didn’t make sense.
A third party powerful enough to remain undetected? It was like three years ago… Aher shook his head, dispelling the thought. That monster couldn’t be here.
He knew he was alive, thanks to the deal, but he wouldn’t co here, not imdiately. But then… who was this?
‘It doesn’t matter.’
Aher calmly assessed the situation.
Whoever this was, if they were an enemy, he would eliminate them. All for his brethren, and for his Queen. He steeled his resolve.
He needed to create so distance. He tried to retreat, but every ti he moved, he was t with another impossibly fast punch.
He tried to escape, but the Guardian of the Forest blocked his path with magic. He was trapped.
‘It’s like fighting dozens of knights at once.’
Not just any knights, but highly trained elites, working in perfect unison, slowly tightening the noose around his neck. It was a sign that he was losing.
He desperately tried to find an opening, but it was no use. He was constantly being pushed back, relentlessly assaulted.
“Fight fair and square, you coward!”
He knew it was a pointless taunt, but he needed to do sothing, anything, to get a reaction.
He swung his scythe, but it didn’t connect. His opponent was too fast. He was using Ti Acceleration, as well as Ti Stop, to keep Aher on the defensive.
Aher could feel his opponent’s rage. And he was right.
Hans was furious. His heart burned with an all-consuming fire. If he had used Ti Stop earlier, he could have saved her. But that damned Ti had interfered.
He was angry at Ti, and at himself. Ti Stop wasn’t his power. Yet, he had relied on it in a mont of desperation.
He hated that.
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But Clara was dead. That wouldn’t change. As Hans continued his relentless assault, a flash of steel, a blur of motion, aid for Aher’s neck.
It was an attack so fast that he should have been unable to avoid it. But he was a True Demon, a veteran of countless battles. He dodged, but not completely.
“Tsk, lost an arm, huh?”
“…”
“The Guardian of the Forest seems quite upset.”
Despite losing an arm, Aher remained calm, even taunting Cluna as she approached.
She was blinded by rage. She only had one goal, to tear apart the creature who had killed her daughter.
Aher sighed, feeling the intensity of her fury.
‘It seems this is where I die.’
He could try to run, but the chances of escape were slim.
‘They both hate . They won’t let go.’
When only seven True Demons remained, Zaiha had ordered them to survive at all costs. Discard their pride, their Blood Demon servants, everything, just survive.
“Sorry, Zaiha. I’m going first.”
But don’t worry. I’ll take the Guardian of the Forest with .
Suddenly, his scythe, which should have been shattered, was whole again. It was a sign of his true power, the power he usually kept sealed away.
The true form of a True Demon, fueled by hatred, rage, and resentnt. Aher transford.
He took the form of a wolf, a monstrous beast capable of leveling mountains. He was free from the constraints of the barrier, finally able to unleash his full power.
At least, he had been.
His human form returned, the scythe once again in his hand. He didn’t understand.
He had released his seal, intending to burn through everything to kill the Guardian of the Forest.
Why was his scythe still intact? Why was he back in his human form? As he stared in disbelief,
Shink.
A chilling sound echoed from behind him. The familiar sound of flesh being torn. But it was coming from his own neck.
His world tilted.
“Your loyalty ans nothing.”
A broken body. A severed head. And then, a voice.
“You’re all going to die anyway.”
Undeniably, it was mockery.
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