As the worlds rged, everything else was forced to rge as well. There was no longer a plane to hold Damien and the Dark God, and the cosmos knew that there was absolutely no way it could allow their power to exist in its folds.
So, what happened to them?
Damien was expecting himself to appear in a different place, but he didn't know where. When his eyes were greeted with the new environnt, however, he recognized it instantly.
'This is…Earth?'
He moved his body and felt a sense of disassociation. Looking down, he noticed that his skin was no longer the sa color. It was a far paler white, and his body itself was lanky rather than built.
In the middle of the city, it wasn't hard to find sowhere to see what he looked like. This appearance…
'Jin.'
His first enemy in this life. Why had he appeared as this person?
The city was filled with people as always, but none of them seed to notice his presence. He was not ethereal, but they all subconsciously walked around him as if his existence was aningless. It took a mont for Damien to understand the situation, but it wasn't hard to grasp.
'This space is manifested from my mories.'
When reality itself broke, the only safe places to contain two Supres were their own mindscapes. They were currently in Damien's mory, at the very first mont that he held important.
There was a gate nearby. It seed that this was just monts before Damien and Elena arrived for the expedition.
'If I'm here, then he must be here too.'
And if he was in a different form, the Dark God had likely also beco soone in this world.
'I have to find him.'
Damien looked at the gate.
'No, he's going to find .'
This world moved along with the flow of his mories. All events would eventually congregate at the gate where his life changed. The Dark God was bound to beco soone who went on that expedition, which ant that he was bound to either already be here or arrive soon.
Damien returned to the gate, feeling the state of his current body.
'My mobility is shit. This guy really only relied on mana.'
It had been a long ti and Damien had practically forgotten about this small villain by now, so those words weren't jabs. rely, now that this body was his own, he was suffering from the consequences of that man's laziness.
'Really, how difficult.'
The mana in his body was not the pure and rich energy that he usually possessed. It was the mana of a being who only recently learned of its existence, and mana that could only ever be familiar with a single elent.
'I wonder…'
Damien thought he had so ti to take interest in the environnt, but he was wrong. It beca clear why he was even given these few minutes to begin with.
A certain bus arrived at its station. Two people got out, and when Damien turned his attention there, the only thing he saw was his old self.
BOOM!
An explosion of light blinded his vision in the next mont. Without hesitation, he used the mana in his body and retreated into a nearby shadow to dodge the abrupt attack.
'I see.'
His eyes turned cold.
Naturally, the one who attacked him was Elena.
The Dark God took those minutes that it took for the bus to arrive to understand Elena's power. The instant he was given the opportunity, he located Damien and attacked.
'How?'
He wanted to know how the Dark God picked him out of the crowd, but he wasn't in a situation where he could figure it out.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Though he was using Elena's power, the Dark God utilized what she had with far more skill than she could at the ti. He was the sa with Jin.
Realistically, this was a battle that needed so ti since their elents were contrasted, but Damien refused to let that happen.
"You need to get the hell out of her body."
He didn't care if this was simulated from his mory. Soone like the Dark God was not allowed to remain in Elena's form.
Instead of waiting for the light to die down, Damien flew through it and approached his enemy.
He had an inherent advantage because he knew this environnt better. Elena's body was naturally equipped for her infinite combat path at this ti, so the way he was exerting his enemy actually caused a lot of strain. He couldn't easily learn the techniques that Elena used, so he could never properly inhabit her body.
Damien, on the other hand, knew how Jin fought. The two of them hadn't t many tis before the situation in the dungeon. In fact, they'd never really t at all. Still, Damien could rember each and every instance of their ti in the First Dungeon. Jin was not skilled at the ti, so it was easy to discern what kind of path he was attempting to follow.
Two daggers appeared in Damien's hands. Since this path was actually sowhat similar to a style he'd explored in the past, he was able to rapidly bring it to life.
His daggers swung out, aid for Elena's neck. A sword appeared in her hands, which she moved into a parrying position, but Damien was never planning to strike from the front.
He disappeared as the world was enveloped in shadow. The darkness beca his playground, and like a spatial practitioner, he moved incessantly around his opponent and attacked from all directions.
The Dark God tried to let loose more and more light to destroy the darkness, but there was nothing he could do when Damien was so determined.
They were no longer Supres. They were limited in power and ability. In this place, killing the Dark God was child's play.
"Elena" continued to swing her sword. She took advantage of her speed to make distance and continue her attack, but Damien was following right behind her.
He kept the pressure on the Dark God while keeping track of his mana. It was being used at an astronomical rate, but he had no doubt that it was the sa for his opponent.
In order to defend against this kind of onslaught, he had no choice but to expend mana as if it were nothing. Continuously, Damien attacked until there was nothing left in either of their tanks.
And, with the last of his mana, he teleported into the Dark God's blindspot.
"Die."
Shing!
Two daggers swung out and a head flew in the air. It did not belong to Elena, but instead to a dark and faceless entity. Damien looked into the sky with a frown.
"This isn't the end."
It was only the beginning. Beyond the borders of this world, he could feel the existence of several more. 'Let's not stay in my mory.'
It was fake, but killing Elena wasn't fun regardless. He would much rather prefer to leave his mory so a similar situation didn't occur. He held his hand out and gripped the air. It turned material in his grasp, and as he clenched his fist, the sky shattered.
Only after being surrounded by blackness for a single mont, Damien found himself in a new city.
A city that existed in a very different plane from the one Damien was familiar with.
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