Velgon nodded slowly.
"…Yeah," he said. "It really was him who destroyed the city."
Azgus watched his face closely as Velgon spoke.
The usual sly confidence of the information broker was gone.
His shoulders were tense, and his hands kept moving, rubbing together as if he could not stay still.
"Not only the city," Velgon continued. "He destroyed the Demon Gate too."
Azgus frowned deeply.
"That doesn't make sense," he said. "Humans are weak. Even the stronger ones struggle to survive demonic mana."
Velgon let out a short, bitter laugh.
"I know. That's what we all believed."
He looked up, eyes sharp despite the fear in them.
"But that human wasn't ordinary. Not even close."
Azgus crossed his arms. "You're exaggerating."
Velgon shook his head and swallowed hard.
"How can it be an exaggeration when I saw him with my own eyes?"
He raised his one trembling finger.
"One... He only used one skill."
Azgus stiffened.
"One?"
Velgon nodded.
"Just one. [Gravity Hole]."
