The clouds split apart in a ray of sunlight the moment Asmodeus clashed with the murky green light of Mephisto.
"Mephisto."
"Inferior human."
Asmodeus met Mephisto in the sky, their auras crackling and gathering like the calm before a storm, their pressure enough to cause the ground below to tremble. Every soldier, orc, and knight was probably enduring the immense weight.
With Blood Reaver in hand, screaming for blood and threads of blood wrapped around his left arm, ready to devour, Asmodeus focused on Mephisto. Opposite. Mephisto's twisted form of Alan burned in a green, flaming aura that darkened his flesh.
It's eating away at Alan's body!?
The only reason he could endure this long must have been his Holy Mana being a hero!
"You'll return that body, after I shatter your soul, Mephisto!"
"Haha, oh please! Don't overestimate yourself, kid!"
Mephisto's calm atmosphere angered Asmodeus. He adored Alan, his best friend in this world, someone he respected and admired.
