Bang!
The entrance to the pit exploded, a thin, pale hand emerged, and a young-looking man with platinum hair and almost grayish white skin, dressed in a tattered tunic and a useless hood, emerged from the destroyed rubble.
The surroundings were dark and gloomy, with a hint of dampness. The man extended his demonic perception to understand exactly where he was.
"It's a shame you didn't accept the pact. But I'll be able to use your body for a year before it deteriorates again. You didn't even realize that I was keeping you alive to take control of your dead body. Ha ha ha, stupid human blinded by worthless feelings. The dead are dead. Now I want to fight and kill. But I want to face someone worthwhile before this body rots away completely."
The False Edmund walked toward one of the most fragile walls, infusing his fist with an ominous demonic energy that seemed to make the air scream as his fist moved swiftly toward the wall.
Bang!
