The sky was collapsing and falling to the ground.

　So grand was Kalia's swing that it seemed. The roof shattered and the sky screamed as if it had been bitten off. Then the black scarlet was raised and swung as the silver eyes indicated.

　--Writhe madly.

　Drigman the Demon. It's not only the main body, but also a hard blow aimed at its feet. It drew a trajectory just as I had told it.

　Drigman, because of his origin, knows no death as long as he has feet. All the earth will sustain him and prolong his life. Even if he ends up as a lump of flesh, he will survive.

　Immortality. Among the demons, there are more or less all of them, but Drigman was special.

　The immortality that other demons possessed was only a pseudo-immortality, and they would die if they lost the magic or curse that was the source of their immortality. Rather than immortality, it might be better to call it a vicious regenerative ability.

　But Drigman's is different. There's no limit to what he can do. If I had to define it, the earth itself is his limit. His immortality will be lost when all the earth is dead. There's no way he can face that.

　And what's more troubling is that most evil regenerators have no other heretical skills. Regeneration itself is the source material, and the rest is just monstrous strength and human-like technical martial arts.

　He has heresy in addition to regeneration. That's why he's called the Controller.

　Therefore, the only way to kill Drigman is to crush the earth, drop his body into the sky, and get it done in one breath. If I can't do that, he'll kill me.

　I'll kill him here. I will kill him. The enemy is undoubtedly superior in strength. But that's not uncommon. The difference between victory and defeat in a decisive situation is not the difference in strength.

　It's the difference in the amount of information that determines victory or defeat. Therefore, I believe that for this moment in time, we are ahead of the demons.

　The flash of the black scarlet sword flew beautifully through the air, and then pierced the earth with its momentum. In an instant, the earth itself shattered as if it had been struck by a giant body.

　Powerless. The earth-shattering figure is just that. What else can I say? No amount of words can describe it better than that.

　The stone floor splintered and cracked itself and the earth bowed down and made a big hole in it. That's not a metaphor. In fact, Caria's blow gouged through the floor.

　After all, this is a barracks where soldiers frequently come and go and live. Naturally, there's a sewage system. And a road to maintain it.

　All it takes is one shattered slab and you're underground. I know it well. It's a place I've been to many times in my life.

　The ground has been shattered and lost its support. The ground was shattered and lost its support... and the feet of the demon left the ground. I could see it in his eyes.

　An unmistakable chance of victory.

　All that was left was for Fialaat's magic to shatter his body as it fell into the sky--that was the original plan. That's all we have to do, I told them.

　Just as I was about to raise my voice to give the signal. I saw his face. It's enough to send something creepy down your spine.

　His eyes were still staring coldly at his surroundings. No agitation, no astonishment. How could he be so calm?

　No sooner had these questions been answered than the fiend's palm was squeezed. The slightest glimmer of something familiar appeared in my vision. A light of blessing, used by elves and fairies.

　And then, a moment later, it happened. 　

　The moment the sorcerer grasped his palm, the earth that should have been shattered rose up and roared. The crust of the earth trembled as if it had forgotten that it had been shattered, and the surrounding area rose up. It almost swallowed part of the underground passage.

　One after another, the earth rose up and showed itself, dancing as Drigman's palm indicated. It's like it's never going to stop.

　What the hell is that?

　Out of bounds. That's not an exaggeration. It's beyond ridiculous. Kalia's hard-hitting is out of the realm of common sense, but this is just out of the realm of reason.

　--The earth distorts and soldiers fly apart in the face of that fiend. 　

　The words I heard from my grandfather's second-in-command were echoing in my ears at this moment. I couldn't figure out what it meant, but I see. It's just what he said. It makes sense at the worst possible time.

　The earth was not satisfied with just distorting, it even sprouted new trees and transformed itself into a giant tree in a breathtaking moment.

　With the sharpness of a spear, they pierced the defenseless limbs of Caria, who was floating in the air. Her silver eyes widened, and she could see fresh blood crawling on the ground.



　Differences in information content. Authority of someone I don't know.

　It sucks. The best and the worst. My lungs squeezed, my organs creaked. I felt a heavy stone form in the bottom of my gut. Failure, the word goes through my mind.

　What to do. What should I do?

　Now. He's already lowered himself completely to the ground. There's nothing left for us to do and the other demons will be free soon.

　All of our original plans have been shattered. To the point of cruelty.

　My brain roars with intense self-loathing and I bite my teeth. Oh, don't die. You've lost the bet. Then you must die. But if I'm going to die, I don't want to just die.

　I need something.

　I bite my lip, eyes wandering. The black fog lifted and I could see beyond it. You said he wanted his treasure back. What's the treasure? What's he talking about? Something to do with Altius.

　Something I have that has something to do with Altius. A treasure-- a magical object.

　It was a sudden thought. In my thoughts, a ring in two pieces comes to mind.

　--Once called a mystery and a miracle. A thing that controls even the will of man.

　I reflexively put my hand to my chest. A magical object that dare not even pass into human hands. I don't even want to imagine what would happen if it were placed in the fingers of a sorcerer. I don't even want to imagine. I hope I'm overthinking this, but I have a hunch that I'm not.

　With sluggish fingertips, I checked the feel of what should be there.

　Something cold crawls down my spine. I can only find one of the two pieces. My eyes twitch and my chest burns with frustration. At the same time, I heard a voice.

"You shattered it. It's a marvel.

　I looked up and saw that the ring was now in the wizard's hand. I looked up and saw that the ring was now in the hands of the wizard, either when he had just thrown it into the air or somewhere else. The process no longer mattered. The only thing that mattered was the fact that the worst of it was in his hands.

　Spit dribbled noiselessly down my throat. I looked around and let out a breath. It was the first time in a long time that I felt like I was breathing.

　The demon took a step toward me. He says to me, no longer sitting.

I know you have it. Take it out. Then I won't destroy you. I have enough questions for you.

　A reminder, yet an insistent pressure. I don't know if the words are true or not. But I do know that it's not like a human voice.

　With a single word, I feel as if my very soul is being grabbed by him.

　With trembling fingertips, I slowly put my hand into my chest. I could see the black fog gradually fading away.

　Grabbing the remaining piece of the ring, I took it out, breathing hard. As usual, the mere sight of it does not make me feel good.

　But now it had a fever. Oh, I see. I wondered what it was reacting to before. I was reacting to my maker.

　I saw the witch's eyes open slightly as she looked at the ring. He grabbed up the ring and held it.

　--He threw a piece of the ring into his mouth and swallowed it noisily.

　His cheeks flushed and his mouth opened.

"Sorry, it's gone. You'll have to look elsewhere. You'll find someone who will do what you say.

　The witch's arms went up and her palms opened. The eyes seem calm, but there is agitation and fury burning in the corner of the eye. Oh, thank God. It's not like he's lost all of his emotions or anything.

　For a moment. The demon's eyes caught only me. All it wants to do is kill me, and it's raising its arm to grab my skull. For this moment, nothing else is in his eyes.



　I wanted this moment. Out of the corner of my eye I see a lock of white hair swaying.

　--A ray of white light pierced the Drigman.

　At the same time, I called out the name of my accomplice, who was supposed to be waiting for me.