Somewhere on Earth, in a random region where Frey had been hurled by Agaroth, a dark cocoon formed ... sealing his body within. He had forced a breakthrough, pushed to the next stage under the crushing pressure of the Demon King.
Agaroth stood before it, waiting patiently. Yet his patience lasted only seconds, as the cocoon burst open and Frey lunged out—gray energy blazing around him, far denser than before.
Frey struck with everything he had, his blade colliding with Agaroth amidst a storm of fused, world-breaking power. The force alone could shake existence itself—yet the Demon King did not move.
Not even slightly.
With one hand wrapped in viscous black flames, Agaroth stopped the blade effortlessly. His voice echoed beside Frey's ears, clear and heavy.
"This isn't enough. Show me more."
