Back in the cathedral, during training, Ethan had been taught one absolute truth: in this era, nothing could oppose the Light.
Except for one…
One thing that shouldn't exist in this age.
The one slain by the Five Calamities themselves.
"...Demon God," Ethan muttered, forcing his grip steady on his blade as mana raged through him.
The Light in his veins surged like molten gold, every heartbeat cracking like thunder in his ears.
Lucian's grin didn't waver.
"Hmm? You know about our lord?"
The last time the Demon God stepped foot in this land was during the time when the Five Calamities were fighting for the status of 'The God'.
The Demon God interfered in the matter and got slain in the process.
At least, that's what the human fairy tales claimed.
"How… how do you have Dark Mana?"
Ethan demanded, eyes locked not on Lucian, but on the weapon in his hand.
It wasn't the demon himself that repelled the Light.
"It's that sword," Ethan breathed.
Lucian's smile widened.
