Zareth came out of where she was hiding, a look of shock on her face, her eyes focused on the massive crater on the ground. She couldn’t believe this.
She couldn’t believe the fact that Dba had fought against a demon general, the General of Greed, and won so easily, even after the general used his God Slasher sword.
Silva flew down from the sky. He landed in the crater where the only thing left was the God Slasher. He picked the sword up; he felt a strong will behind it and the hunger of the sword roaring out.
“He called this the God Slasher. Tell me about it.” He pointed the sword at Zareth.
“That’s the greatest weapon demons possess. Only two sets of demons have that weapon: the generals and the commanders like myself.
I have no idea where the swords came from, but we were all given one by the Demon Lord himself. The sword was our greatest weapon. Many theories exist that say the swords were given by the same person that brought the truth,” Zareth said.
“Brought the truth? What’s that? What truth?” Silva asked.
Zareth looked conflicted about saying it, but she felt Silva’s piercing gaze on her. She knew that if she didn’t talk, it would not end well for her.
“The person that brought the truth is a being. He appeared here many, many years ago, and he told us what the goddess had been doing, telling us of the fact that she had been using us as a test.
He made us know that the only real major threat was the Dark Dragon, which is you. And just like he said, you are really the only threat.
The demon race would have lived unhindered and dominated this world had you not been here,” Zareth explained.
“So someone told you all of what would happen and what you should do? Do you know this being? What he looked like, or what was his name?” Silva asked.
“Sadly, no. He came shrouded in mystery. I never got to see him, but for those who did, they say you look at him, yet you don’t. You see him, yet you don’t. It’s like he exists right before your eyes and at the same time doesn’t.
His face was not hidden, and neither did he try to hide. He gave out his name freely, and it is in our memories, but it vanishes whenever we try to recall it.
We know him, but we don’t. That’s the best way I can explain the being,” Zareth said.
“A being that can make himself there and not there, remembered and forgotten. That’s certainly not someone from this world.
He must be someone that knows Ophelia, a god maybe.” Silva fell into thought, trying to figure out who this person could be.
“Sigh, there’s no point to this. If the only people he ever met can’t recall who he was, then there’s nothing I can do about it,” Silva said.
He turned to Zareth. “It’s time we finish this. I have placed myself against one of your generals, and even he fell in a matter of seconds.
I have ascertained that in this continent, there is really no one that stands as a threat: the demons, the elves, the dragons, and even the celestials. So with that in mind, I want to end this as fast as possible,” Silva said.
He gripped his sword with both hands and shut his eyes, channeling the power of his will through the Abyssal Blade.
A white aura formed around the sword and then extended to cover his body entirely. The aura rose like a pillar, reaching into the sky, distorting space and time around it.
Zareth looked at the aura with wide eyes. The power she felt coming from it was immensely terrifying. Even when she had stood before the Demon Lord, she had never once felt such a terrifying aura.
The aura grew in size as well, becoming thicker and thicker with every passing moment. It flowed softly, yet every wave tore through space and left small space fractures.
This attack was one Silva had always used when the going got tough, but it had never had this effect—the effect that it was having now.
“Hell, Heaven, Argon, they are all interconnected under my eye. I will shatter the ridge starting from here, and then I will only stretch out a hand to everyone. Those who take it will live in a new Argon. Those that refuse will cease to exist,” Silva spoke.
Zareth heard those words from outside the aura. She looked at Silva and yelled,
“You are playing god, making a decision that should not be yours. The flow of the world should not be interrupted by one being. Everything has action and effect!” Zareth yelled.
“Indeed, and you all made the action, and now the effect has come into place. Sometimes, the effect is allowed to be greater than the action,” Silva responded.
But this time, the aura of his will had become so bright that Zareth could no longer see Silva. He had vanished within the light. The space fractures got bigger and bigger with every passing moment.
All around Hell, the demons felt the energy surging—the threat that had arrived at their doors. They all saw the pillar of bright light in the distance.
Inside a castle black as night, at the extreme end of Hell, beyond where normal demons could tread, a being clad in black armor looked up, his glowing red eyes flashing.
He rose from his gigantic throne made of dark marble, his body towering over twelve feet tall. His armor was built in the shape of a demon, with two metal horns and metal wings. He looked in the direction of the pillar of light, stretched out his wings, and shot through the roof in one flap, breaking a hole in the castle.
He shot through the sky like a beam of black light, faster than the eye could follow, headed for the light in the distance.