At the end of the world, where the icy continent lay, a place untouched by human civilization.
Amidst the eternal blizzard, a magnificent castle stood, carved entirely from ageless ice. This was not a mere structure, but a physical manifestation of immeasurable magical power, created by an individual who stood at the absolute pinnacle of existence. The fortress, a bastion so impregnable that it could withstand the assault of a newly awakened True Demon Lord, radiated a chilling aura that could make the soul tremble.
Within the silent castle, two maids, one with green hair and the other with blue, walked side by side toward the main hall. Their footsteps were barely audible on the glistening ice floor. They moved with a trained efficiency, their eyes cast downward, avoiding any direct contact with the terrifying aura that emanated from the throne at the far end of the room.
Upon the majestic crystalline throne, a man sat with a casual posture, yet he exuded an aura of arrogance so thick it could be physically felt. Unstable magical energy surged from him, creating an immense pressure throughout the room, and every small burst of it unintentionally shattered pieces of ice around him. The indifferent expression on his face intertwined with pure arrogance, forming an intimidating presence. Demons, from the lowest ranks to the highest, knelt beneath him, their bodies trembling in an unbearable fear. This was a primal, deep-seated dread born from the instinct to acknowledge a being far above them.
His face was handsome and resolute; bright red hair and matching pupils were a sharp contrast to his otherwise cold features. Two horn-like markings, a unique signifier of his kind, adorned his cheekbones. A black headband was tied around his head. His attire was simple yet striking: a black shirt, open at the chest, revealing powerful pectoral muscles and a perfectly sculpted abdomen. Two bone-like accessories fused with his shirt contributed to his wild, untamed appearance. He was Guy Crimson, the Primordial Demon who commanded the entire northern continent from the shadows, one of the Strongest True Demon Lord.
The Soft Click of Heels
Amidst the suffocating tension, the soft click of heels broke the silence. The gentle sound echoed on the ice floor, drawing the attention of the kneeling demons. A white-haired woman walked gracefully toward the throne. Every step was elegant, and the angelic smile that graced her face made it seem as though she had descended from heaven.
Her white hair was styled into two braids that hung down her back, and her bright blue eyes shone with a gentle warmth. She wore a cheerful yellow headband that matched her striped attire, paired with a blue skirt that complemented her eyes. She was Velzard, the "White Ice Dragon," the elder sister of the True Dragon Veldora and one of the last remaining True Dragons. Her serene and peaceful presence felt like a cool breeze in the midst of a storm.
The gazes of these two extraordinary beings met. An invisible connection formed between them, instantly easing the tense atmosphere that had gripped the hall. The kneeling demons raised their heads slightly, feeling a sudden sense of relief.
When the woman reached the throne, she did not kneel like the others. She ascended the icy throne and affectionately sat on Guy's lap, embracing him tenderly. This intimate action showed just how special their relationship was, a bond that transcended the hierarchy of power.
"Have you made your decision, Guy?" she asked in a voice as soft as silk, her smile never faltering.
Guy turned his head, looking straight into Velzard's blue eyes. A brief moment of silence passed, during which all the arrogance Guy had been radiating seemed to vanish, replaced by a deeper contemplation.
"Yes. Are you worried about that fool?" he asked, his voice softer than usual.
Velzard was momentarily stunned, her smile thinning slightly, replaced by a hint of annoyance. "Why should I worry about that idiot? He brought this mess upon himself."
"Fool!" she muttered under her breath, just loud enough for Guy to hear.
Hearing the mutter, a warm chuckle escaped Guy's lips. "Hahaha! Even if he's an idiot, he's still your little brother, Velzard."
Velzard puffed out her cheeks, and with her small fists, she gently hit Guy's chest. "That's not funny, Guy."
"Hahaha, I'm sorry, Velzard. But honestly, it's quite amusing," Guy replied, his eyes twinkling. "Still, the hero who sealed Veldora... she was quite formidable. I'm interested in fighting her. It could be quite fun."
Velzard stood up from his lap, her smile returning to her face. "I should rest. I only came to confirm your decision."
Guy looked up at her. "Are you leaving already?" he asked.
"Yes," she said, glancing back slightly as she began to walk away. "I want to sleep. See you next time, Guy."
As she spoke, a magical portal opened behind her. It was not a portal created by mere magic, but a portal that opened a path to the Imaginary Space—a place only accessible to beings with absolute command over space and time. Velzard stepped inside, and the portal closed behind her as if it had never existed.
Sigh
Guy stared at the spot where Velzard had vanished, a faint smile on his lips. He let out a sigh, a rare act for him. The room returned to its silence, but the pressure of his magical aura felt even stronger than before. He had made his decision, a choice that would shift the balance of the world.
"Rise."
The single word was a command. The kneeling demons immediately stood up, their eyes filled with anticipation.
"I have a mission for you. Locate that hero and investigate her power. I want a worthy fight." Guy's voice was filled with a cold excitement.
They bowed, ready to obey his command. Guy smirked, imagining the upcoming battle. He was never one to tire of a good fight, and after so long, he finally had a worthy challenge to look forward to. A peaceful world was too boring. Now, he had a new reason to have fun.