Booms of explosions echoed endlessly.The air trembled, as if the gates of hell had been flung open.Screams intertwined with the clang of clashing steel, resounding across the battlefield.The metallic stench of blood saturated every inch of the war-torn land.
Humanity was resisting the demons with every last ounce of strength,as people fell—dying with each passing second.
But amid the overwhelming despair,a young man stood tall, fighting without fear.
His name was Kairos,a figure shining like a god of war descending to the mortal realm.
He was born into a noble lineage—a family whose ancestor once slew the Black Dragon King.Each heir throughout the generations had their names etched into history.
And among them all,none were as powerful as him.
Throughout the months-long war,Kairos alone had slain more than half of the demon lords.
Only one remained—The Demon King, Valsareth.
—One month later—Amid burning corpses and rising flames...
"So you finally decided to show yourself, Demon King,"Kairos's voice rang with scorn."Where were you hiding all this time, while your minions died like dogs?"
"Heh heh..."Valsareth let out a twisted grin."Sometimes, sacrifices must be made in pursuit of something greater.Did you think I was simply watching you all struggle in vain?"
"That's your problem. Either way, you're dying today."
"I acknowledge your skill and arrogance.You killed my nobles all by yourself.If you're that bold, I suppose it's justified."
Without further words, the two lunged at each other.
The sound of battle erupted once again—magic bursting in the air in violent flashes.
Their clash appeared evenly matched.But if one looked closer...The Demon King was losing ground.
He was slowly being pushed back,resorting to spells to create distance instead of facing Kairos head-on.
A king of demons, a thousand years oldwas losing to a twenty-year-old human.
Hope had begun to shine.
Kairos didn't miss the opportunity.He wove together close-range attacks and magic with precision.His cold, unflinching gazesent a chill down Valsareth's spine.
"This boy... who the hell is he really?"Valsareth growled within."No human should possess power like this."
As Kairos prepared to close in again,the Demon King suddenly burst with energy, throwing off all incoming strikes.
"I must admit—If I had stepped onto the battlefield earlier, I might have truly lost."
"But do you know what I've been doing all this time… while I was 'missing'?"
He raised something in his hand—a pitch-black orb pulsing gently in the air.
"A thousand years ago,the gods of humans and demons fought for dominion.In the end… the demon god won,but was left so wounded he nearly faded from existence.
He left behind a 'fragment of his power'—a gamble of fate, in hopes that one day,the demon race would claim it and rise again."
"Humans tried to find it, tried to destroy the chance completely.But because you couldn't sense demonic power...As time passed, you forgot.You dismissed it as legend."
"But I didn't."
"I used the drawn-out war as cover—I slipped into your lands,and I found it."
Valsareth clenched the fragment in his hand.It shattered—unleashing a black mist that flowed straight into his body.
Kairos realized it instantly—this was no power a human could possibly face.
He launched an attack immediately,desperate to end it before it was too late.
But—!
His spear twisted away from its target for no reason,as if it had never been aimed at anything real in the first place.
"Ahh... this divine power... it truly is magnificent, wouldn't you agree… human?"
The demon's grin stretched wide,followed by laughter that echoed deep into the soul.