The cold wind howled fiercely, cutting through the air as Biel advanced toward the towering mountains that rose on the horizon like sleeping giants. The weight of recent events still threatened to crush him, but his determination kept him on his feet. Every step he took resonated with an unnatural echo in the absolute stillness of the landscape. The craggy peaks seemed to watch him in silence—stone witnesses hiding secrets far too ancient for human understanding.
Suddenly, the air in front of him distorted. A figure began to materialize out of thin air, tall and imposing. His dazzling armor captured the strange light of the realm, emitting a faint but overwhelming glow. It was Monsfil, the Demon King of Eternal Destruction.
"Monsfil! How is it possible for you to be here?" The surprise stole Biel’s breath. He recoiled a step by pure instinct, his hand flying to the hilt of his weapon, ready to draw.
Monsfil didn't even flinch at the defensive stance. He traced a languid, almost nostalgic smile and crossed his arms over his armored chest, emanating absolute calm.
"This is a spiritual plane, also called the Garden of Enit, young Bearer. It is a place where the spiritual is visible, and thanks to that, I can emerge from the Fragment around your neck. Furthermore, do not forget that I am one of the Demon Kings. My essence is deeply intertwined with this world."
Biel nodded slowly, loosening his grip on his weapon by a fraction as he processed the revelation. Despite the doubts and fears still pulsing within him, Monsfil’s imposing presence radiated an ancient authority that, inevitably, forced him to listen.
"So, what do you plan to do here?"
A brief, deep, and resonant laugh escaped the Demon King’s lips, breaking the tension of the wasteland.
"To help you leave this place. Your friends are trying to return you to life, but I must also tell you more about this site. This spiritual plane operates under certain rules. Long ago, any race could freely access this place: humans, demons, even the immortals. But everything changed due to a conflict that scarred history."
Biel looked at him with palpable curiosity, maintaining a respectful silence. Monsfil shifted his gaze toward the infinite horizon of the Garden, and when he spoke, his voice resonated with the unmistakable echo of forgotten eras.
"My siblings—Karia, Demon Queen of Forbidden Knowledge; Quizza, Demon Queen of Inordinate Ambition; and Tahiel, Demon King of Primordial Darkness—used a human for their own ends. They bestowed him with unlimited power and knowledge, and that human caused indescribable chaos in this place. To stop him, the son of the Goddess Yael sacrificed his life protecting the inhabitants of the Garden. The Goddess, consumed by grief, interrogated the human once his power was exhausted. He blamed my siblings, and this infuriated Yael."
Monsfil paused. The wind around them seemed to stop for an instant, and the weight of those days darkened his features. His crimson eyes, reflecting millennia of history and ruin, locked onto Biel with a suffocating intensity.
"The Goddess decided that humans could only access this plane after their death to be judged, and that the door connecting the demon world to this one would be sealed. My siblings achieved their goal: infuriating Yael just for fun. I, who was away during those events, had warned them not to do anything to provoke the Goddess. When I returned, I discovered I could no longer enter here. I was filled with rage toward them, but I understood that part of the blame was mine for having been absent."
A shiver ran down Biel’s spine. Fascinated and horrified alike to realize that a tragedy of divine magnitude had been provoked by mere whim, he took a step closer to Monsfil, almost without realizing it.
"That happened more than two hundred years ago?" Incredulity widened his eyes, his voice coming out as a mere whisper against the immensity of the tale.
"That is correct. Shortly after, the Hero sealed us all. This plane is a dangerous place for demons like me. If you plan to use the power of a Demon King, be very careful."
Biel nodded slowly, feeling a sudden heaviness in the Fragment hanging from his neck. "I will, Monsfil. I’ll be careful."
The Demon King traced a faint smile of acknowledgment. His immense figure began to dissolve from the edges, turning into a cloud of shadows that the wind blew into nothingness.
"We shall meet again, young Bearer."
And with that final echo, he vanished.
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Biel found himself alone once more and resumed his journey across the wasteland. As he advanced, he felt the air around him grow dense and electric, as if the Garden of Enit itself were responding to the storm brewing within him.
It wasn't long before the sound of a muffled clash cut through the stillness.
Biel stopped dead. A few meters away, in a hollow, a disturbing scene was unfolding. A group of elves surrounded a hooded figure, attacking mercilessly with swift and lethal movements. The aggressors' voices resonated in an ancient, guttural language full of fury. The cornered figure tried to defend themselves while retreating, but they were clearly at a disadvantage that would soon cost them their life.
At the sight of the excessive abuse, Biel’s blood boiled. "Stop!" his cry tore through the air, but the elves, blinded by their own rage, ignored him completely.
Biel’s patience ran out. Without a second thought, he channeled his energy and activated his skill: "Agile Burst."
The world seemed to stop for a fraction of a second before exploding into motion. In an instant, Biel shot forward with dizzying speed, becoming a blur undetectable to the common eye. He struck the elves with the force of a gale, knocking them back like ragdolls.
Biel braked sharply, his posture firm. "How dare you attack someone in such a manner?!" he bellowed, his voice chilling the blood of the remaining attackers.
The elves, eyes wide with terror at this monstrous strength, fled into the trees without looking back. Biel approached the hooded figure, who had collapsed on the ground.
"Are you alright? What is your name?"
The figure slowly raised their head. The hood slid back, revealing a delicate face, almost like porcelain, framed by a cascade of black hair. Her eyes, an intense and deep blue like the ocean, locked onto Biel’s.
"My name is Raizel."
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The silence filled the air as Biel tried to process the ethereal beauty of the girl before him.
"We must move," Raizel broke the moment, standing up with difficulty. Her voice was soft but urgent. "It is not safe to stay here."
As they walked together toward safer ground, Biel couldn't help but feel a tug inside—the undeniable sensation that fate had intervened once again.
"Thank you for saving me," Raizel finally said. "Not many would have faced a group of elves for someone they don't know."
Biel shrugged. "I couldn't just stand by. But what were you doing so far from any settlement?"
Raizel looked down, her blue eyes hiding behind her lashes. "I was looking for something... or someone. But it seems my search did not go unnoticed."
Before Biel could ask more, a deep, guttural roar echoed in the distance, vibrating the ground beneath their feet. They stopped in their tracks, instincts firing.
"What was that?" Biel asked, drawing his weapon in a fluid motion.
Raizel narrowed her eyes, staring into the darkness of the forest. "Something that shouldn't be here. Prepare your skills; it could be a long night."
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