“Alright, let’s get out of here,” Silva yelled. He grabbed Zareth and flew toward the gate, the demon lord and Terra also followed.
They got to the gate, and Silva flew through it with Zareth. The demon kid paused as she got to the gate, turning to look at Hell crumble. This was the end of the place she had spent thousands of years in.
She turned and flew through the gate, and immediately after, the gate collapsed, forever disconnecting Argon from Hell on the eight continent.
They came back inside the castle of the empire, the same one they had entered from, but before they could even catch a breather, a figure arrived.
Seventh showed up in the sky, looking down at Silva with rage in his eyes.
“Who is that?” the demon lord asked. She could feel immense power from him.
“Don’t worry about him. He is here for me. I’ll handle it,” Silva said. He held his sword, brought out his wings, and flew up to meet Seventh.
“You just had to fight it. You just had to fight the fate that was already in play. You just had to change everything,” Seventh said.
“It’s not a matter of having to change it. I didn’t want anyone else to die. I lost far too much, and so I was willing to risk everything to change that fate,” Silva said.
“Then what about us? What about me? I lost everything, and now you want to take away the only chance I have at vengeance.
You could have allowed it all to play out the way it was supposed to and finally free us from all of this. You were the last. The last!” Seventh shouted.
“Don’t make it seem like the mistakes you made are mine to bear. If you had loved them enough, you would have done everything within your power to make sure they remained alive.
You would have gone above and beyond to ensure that they didn’t die, but you didn’t, and that is your fault. You allowed your own family to die. You let them die, and that’s the stone-cold truth,” Silva said.
“How dare you?” Seventh asked, gritting his teeth. He pulled out his sword and charged at Silva, stabbing right for Silva’s heart, but Silva parried the blade easily and countered with a strike that pushed Seventh back.
Seventh’s sword held similarities in appearance to Silva’s. It gave off the same aura as Silva’s sword. Silva looked at the sword—could it be that there existed right abyssal blades?
He shook his head as he removed the thought. He couldn’t allow himself to be distracted here. Seventh charged in with a flurry of attacks, but Silva blocked them easily, pushing all the attacks away.
Each time their swords clashed, the collision caused the castle beneath them to tremble and break apart. Their battle had already started causing tears in space.
Seventh pulled back from attacking Silva and then opened his mouth, firing a black beam of flame. His flames were very compressed and straight, like a laser beam.
Silva blocked the beam with his sword. The force pushed him back a few meters before Seventh stopped the flames and went in with his sword.
He hacked down at Silva’s head. Silva blocked the sword, but the force pushed him down. He fell like a meteor into the ground, forming a massive crater and a dust cloud.
From the dust cloud, he shot out, his sword covered in black flames. He slashed upward—a flame arc traveled through the air—but Silva flew faster than the flame arc. He overtook it and attacked Seventh. Seventh blocked Silva’s attack, but that was what Silva wanted.
He used the attack to distract Seventh for an instant, then pushed back right before the flame arc hit Seventh across the chest, sending him flying high into the sky.
Silva chased immediately, firing a flurry of flame arcs at Seventh. Seventh steadied his body and blocked the flame arcs. With each block came a small explosion, but the explosions gathered and created a covering for Silva.
Silva shot through the explosion, his blade already pulled back and ready to slash. Seventh reacted fast, blocking the slash. The swords clashed and sent out a shockwave that scattered the clouds.
“You are not supposed to be this strong yet,” Seventh said.
“It seems you missed a few updates that happened over the past few days,” Silva replied and attacked again. Seventh blocked, and another shockwave erupted.
“This is going nowhere,” Seventh said. He summoned a clone—just one clone. The clone transformed into a second sword that looked like it was made of crystal. Seventh grabbed the second sword with his left hand and held the first in his right.
The first sword erupted in black flames, while the second crystal sword was covered in white flames.
“What the hell is that?” Silva asked.
“Crystal Blade of the Abyss. It creates a version of me ten times stronger that morphs into a crystal sword that can cut anything.
You’re not the only one who had access to the system. All of us have our own set of skills,” Seventh said.
“Oh, I know that. And that’s why I’m about to show you some of mine,” Silva said and summoned his woman clone that then turned into the Joker of the Abyss.
But this Joker was not the same one Silva knew. The Joker wore black and gold attire that looked more intimidating, with a black smile painted on his face.
The card deck had also changed into black and gold cards.
“This is nice. Seems the Joker got upgraded,” the clone said, checking himself out.
“You think one clone will be enough? I’ll cut through both of you,” Seventh said.
“Uhm, no you won’t,” the Joker said and pulled out a card. He tossed the card into the air, and it burst into golden light.
Suddenly, a massive gold formation appeared in the sky. Its presence alone caused space to start trembling wildly.