Three Months Later – Clover Castle
The sky above the capital churned with black and crimson magic, spirals of mana devouring the clouds like a vortex of despair. Magic knights from every squad gathered across the royal platforms as ancient magic stones—finally assembled—were slotted into an obsidian altar shaped like a demonic eye.
The temperature dropped.
The world shuddered.
The elves' ancient magic, sealed across centuries, surged to life.
A pulse of mana rippled through the land—not a spell, but a heartbeat.
Nobles gasped. Knights staggered.
JRINGGG—!!!
Magic seals cracked in the sky like shattered glass.
From deep underground… the ancient elven souls stirred.
And somewhere beneath the capital, sealed in layered spells of the First Wizard King himself—
something darker than any elf opened its eyes.
A whisper spread like poison through magic channels.
"At last… I'm free."
Julius and the other captains watched the devil that had appeared. "Hmm, something's wrong," someone muttered.
The devil smirked as he observed himself being watched by many powerful-looking humans. "Why aren't you in despair?" he asked, directing the question toward the fake Licht, who was standing with three other elves.
"Because they already know the truth," this time, it was the real Licht who spoke.
Not only that—on the other side, the stones were being removed from the Altar and placed onto the statue of the First Wizard King. But it wasn't a statue at all—it was the real Wizard King, sealed.
Soon, the sealing stones were set in place. Cracks began spreading across the stone surface.
With a faint sound like shattering glass, the First Wizard King moved.
"Hmm… this is different from what I imagined," he murmured, opening his eyes.
"We greet the First Wizard King!" all the Magic Knight captains bowed as Julius stepped forward.
"I am the current Wizard King—Julius Novachrono," Julius said respectfully, standing beside him. Yami, Asta, and Dave kept their eyes locked on the devil.
"So this is a devil? Doesn't look like much," Yami muttered, observing the restrained creature who was now trapped, unable to move because he did not possess a five-leaf grimoire himself.
"Hmph. Even without my magic, you humans can't harm me," the devil laughed mockingly.
Yami just grinned and swung down his katana.
A black slash tore through the devil's body—splitting him nearly clean in half.
The devil's eyes widened for the first time as his smirk faded.
"Oh? So you can harm me…" he said, his tone shifting. His two halves slowly stitched themselves back together as if nothing happened. "Pity. I am immortal."
"All devils have a heart," the First Wizard King said, voice low and steady. "We must destroy that heart—only then can the devil truly be killed."
The creature laughed, a wet, hollow sound. "Hahaha. So you think you can stop me? I can move, split, slit, and rejoin—what care have I for a single heart? I will never die."
A shadow slid across the courtyard as the devil's grin widened. It bristled, and for a moment its form seemed to warp—then a voice cut through the clamor like a blade.
"Void magic. Void Field."
Dave stepped forward, calm and focused. Black mana pooled at his feet and spread outward in a slow, patient tide. The air around him twisted as if reality itself obeyed a different rule.
"You can't run now," Dave said. The Void rolled outward, not loud but inevitable.
The devil's amusement flickered. "Tch." It lunged, claws tearing through the air toward Dave.
"Then die," Dave said simply.
As the claws closed, Dave's fingers moved. The Void Field did more than block—thin curtains of nothingness dissolved the approaching strike. Where the devil's talons crossed the field, they withered as if burned by absence. The creature hissed, recoil jerking its form.
The devil recovered quickly, extending darker, crueler claws and snarling, "No one kills me—no one! I will rend you—"
Before it could finish, Dave detonated the field in a precise cut—Void Edge. A ring of absolute emptiness carved across the devil's flank. The wound did not burn; it simply ceased to be. Pieces of corrupted flesh and shadow separated and collapsed into nothing.
The devil staggered, a sound of confusion and fury breaking into a howl. For the first time its voice showed real fear.
"Impossible—how can mere humans harm me?" it screamed. "I am older than your kings!"
Julius stepped forward, staff held ready. "Finish it," he ordered. "All of you—press the attack while it is stunned."
Yami and Asta moved in a blur. Asta's anti-magic blade slashed through the torn air where the devil's limbs tried to reform; Yami's dark edge cut at the creature's core, testing the wound Dave had opened. Sparks of corrupted energy sizzled where their strikes landed, and each time a piece of the devil failed to knit itself back together.
Yami struck at the exposed heart, his blade slicing clean through the devil's defenses just as Dave had predicted. A single precise strike—a void-infused shot—hit the core, piercing deep.
The devil shrieked, the sound tearing through the air like shattering stone. Its body began to convulse violently, shadowed limbs writhing as if resisting some inevitable fate.
Then, impossibly, it started to wither into ash. Black smoke curled upward, evaporating into nothingness as the corrupted flesh dissolved.
"I… impossible…" the devil muttered, its voice breaking under the weight of disbelief. "Humans… you… kill me… so easily…"
Even as it dissolved, the horror and rage in its fading tone lingered, a final echo of defiance swallowed by the void.
When the last wisp of its form vanished, silence fell. The heart it had clung to—its anchor, its essence—was destroyed. The humans had ended it, and nothing remained to resist.
The First Wizard King stepped forward, his presence commanding, yet his expression bore a rare, wry smile.
"It was very hard back then… and it is easy now," he said, voice echoing with both amusement and authority. "In my time, the half of my kingdom would have perished under such a threat… yet here, it was ended just as swiftly."
He let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. "Power, discipline, and unity—that is all it ever takes. Nothing has changed in essence, only in those willing to wield it."
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