THE VILLAIN'S POV

Chapter 837  The Meaning of Terror (3)

The Great Lord of Light… wielding a fusion of the Light Soul and the Pureflame.

"So you can now fuse world-breaking abilities, First Lord of Light… yet you're far weaker than the last time I saw you. Audrey would feel a hint of disappointment if she saw you now."

The Demon King mocked him.

At the same time, he fused multiple world-breaking abilities of his own, manifesting as darkness that collided with Snow's light… and instantly overwhelmed it.

The light vanished completely.

To the point that even Vermithor itself… went out.

For the first time ever.

At that moment, Frey realized the truth.

Agaroth could have killed him instantly.

What he had spared… he was now unleashing upon the others.

Before Frey's eyes, Agaroth grabbed Snow by the face and lifted him into the air.

Then crushed his head completely.

Despite the resistance of the Great Lord of Light… it didn't matter.

With a single motion of his hand, the rest of Snow's body turned into stardust.

And Snow died.

Frey said nothing.

He didn't even scream.

Abraham Starlight was the one who acted.

After being pushed back earlier, he attacked again.

Using the power of a supernova, Abraham unleashed a rain of radiant swords upon Agaroth, their brilliance reaching into the depths of space.

All Abraham tried to do… in his desperation…

Was to protect Frey.

To save him.

But the Demon King blocked everything.

Massive shadows rose, larger than Abraham's swords themselves… and began devouring them, one by one.

The Demon King approached Abraham, a faint trace of something unfamiliar crossing his expression, enough to shift his smile ever so slightly.

"The First Father… you have changed," Agaroth said, releasing a wave of darkness that swallowed Abraham whole.

"It pains me to see your light fade… until nothing remains but dust. Stardust… not even enough to fill these eyes."

He raised his hand, shaping a sphere of black flame, while Abraham rose from the wreckage, gathering every ounce of strength he had left.

"Silence… don't you dare speak another word," Abraham replied, his voice trembling with rage, his eyes bloodshot.

"You are the Demon King aren't you?… the source of all these disasters, all this suffering, all this death… you are the reason behind it all."

A radiant blade of light formed in his hands, brighter than ever before, as his hair ignited with a pure white glow.

"If you disappear… everything will return to how it should be !!"

Agaroth smiled.

"Do you truly believe that?"

He stopped the blade effortlessly with his bare hand, continuing without pause.

"You know the truth, First Father… you've simply forgotten it. And this power of yours… it is not enough to change anything."

Darkness surged, overwhelming everything.

But Abraham answered.

"Stacked Ignition."

Light erupted.

For the third time, Abraham ignited, and his radiance pushed back the King's darkness.

The aura of light wrapped around him like a cloak of stars, mirroring Agaroth's own veil of shadow.

A being of pure white brilliance stood before absolute darkness.

And the King smiled.

A wide, terrifying smile, as he unleashed his darkness once more.

Abraham answered with light.

He endured, forcing himself forward as his body began to crack, pushing Ignition again and again… stacking it beyond its limits.

Until he reached a power that finally made the King take him seriously.

And then Agaroth struck.

Each blow carried enough force to erase the mightiest of beings.

The sky itself became their battlefield, a clash of black and white tearing through the heavens.

Somehow… Abraham Starlight endured.

He resisted the King's darkness. He withstood horrors that would have killed others in a single strike.

And the one who seemed happiest about it… was Agaroth himself.

The Demon King laughed louder than ever before.

"Magnificent! Even as nothing but remnants… a masked existence that cannot even wield the power of a writer… and yet here you stand, still capable of surpassing the limits of this world!"

The sky overturned, transforming into a realm of white and black.

Abraham continued stacking Ignition… again and again…

Until nothing remained left to ignite.

That was the end.

The final point of Abraham Starlight's struggle against the Demon King.

And the battle ended.

Agaroth's right hand pierced through Abraham's chest, tearing a hollow through him before emerging from his back.

His other hand held Abraham's blade… the very blade that had tried to pierce the King's heart.

Agaroth had stopped it.

Yet a glowing wound had formed clearly upon his arm.

"Impressive…"

Abraham Starlight had wounded the King.

Enough to draw both surprise… and admiration.

With a wide smile, Agaroth pulled his hand from Abraham's chest.

"Farewell… First Father."

Abraham said nothing.

His body exploded into stardust, scattering into the void.

And Abraham died.

The Demon King descended slowly from the sky, turning toward Frey, who lay on the ground, that same smile still carved across his face.

"We're not finished yet, Frey."

He released his power.

And in an instant, both he and Frey vanished.

They reappeared elsewhere.

The land of the Ultras… amidst the human army.

Agaroth and Frey emerged from nothingness.

The soldiers turned, staring in confusion, caught off guard by their sudden arrival.

They had been living in terror for the past hour, having witnessed the devastation left behind by those monstrous battles.

Afraid… trembling…

Unaware that this was only the beginning.

The King's foot struck the ground.

Shadows spread across the entire continent.

They rose toward the sky, piercing through human bodies one after another, lifting their corpses like spears forged to impale mankind itself.

The shadows ravaged everything.

At the same moment, Agaroth ascended into the sky.

He raised his hand.

And grasped the sky itself… tearing it apart.

The heavens split open like fabric.

And beyond them, meteors appeared.

Dozens of them.

Each one descending upon every human below.

Meteors from above.

Shadows from below.

One erased them from existence.

The other impaled them upon black spears.

The soldiers died.

The heroes of humanity died.

The warriors of the Shadow Sect fell.

The temple students perished, one after another.

They tried to resist.

They tried to fight back.

But they couldn't even come close.

Daemon Valerion died.

Phoenix died. Seris died. Uriel died. Selina died.

They died like insects.

One after another.

Their deaths were not grand.

Not even noticeable.

But Frey saw them.

He saw everything.

They died afraid.

They died in despair.

And all of them… learned the meaning of terror.

The Demon King descended once more, slowly, stopping before Frey, bending slightly toward him.

"We're not finished."

Agaroth was still teaching him.

The meaning of terror.

And in the next moment—

They stood within the Shadow Sect.

This…

Was terror.