Eauvis went upstairs. He was filled with despair and wanted to escape it. He reached the third floor. ... .. . "Phew, I finally made it down. He sure is making such a big ruckus down there," Helix said with a sigh of relief. "Do I keep resting? I'm not fully recovered but it's not like I can't fight for resting such a lengthy amount of time," he surmised. He walked in the hallway until he heard footsteps getting louder headed his way. He took a peek at where it was coming from. It was Eauvis. Both of them were in the third-floor hallway. "Why, lookie here. I have a guest," Helix declared. "Leave me... alone... please," Eauvis requested. "No. You are the reason behind all of this. This all happened because of your indecisiveness. I insist you man up and tell me where the dang key is, or button, or whatever that grants access to the library. Your library to be specific. You want us to leave you alone? Tell us how to fucking enter the library." Eauvis slowly walked and when

Braille and Hazel were bleeding all over but they didn't stop fighting. Braille would overwhelm her with countless attacks high and below but Hazel kept dodging and deflecting them. Trying to pull Braille would no longer work.Spellmaster was nearing the object. Phize ran faster.Helix decided to interfere. With his left hand, he lifted Eauvis's collar. He looked at Phize and directed his right hand upon him.Phize levitated."Wh-Wha?!"His gaze turned everywhere until he saw the culprit."Him."Helix directed his hand quickly opposite where he was heading for. Phize was then launched like a puppet.Helix coughed up blood from using his ability again.Phize fell to the ground."GYAH!"The impact was not so painful but with the injuries he had already sustained, it was enough to make him lose a lot of energy.He took a look and Spellmaster almost has it.Phize knew he could not reach it in time and called for help instead."HAZEL! NO MATTER WHAT, DO NOT LET SPELLMASTER GRAB THAT DEVICE

"What is the meaning of this?!" Helix yelled, "Why aren't you levitating because of my power?!""Simple. I refused to let you."Helix was irritated."To understand this deeper, you have to understand the history of how the Demon Lords came to be.""I DON'T WANT TO HEAR ANY OF YOUR STORIES! DIE!"He held out his hand. But nothing happened."The Demon Lords began as normal beings, just like most of us. However, they strongly rejected the blessings of God. They envied every creation. This stemmed from their very ancestor. One day, a devil approached him. They offered him a deal of a lifetime. The power to rule over all beings, the top of the food chain; above humans. On top of that, was paired with unrivaled strength, regeneration, speed... becoming an entirely different species. He accepted the deal, but a deal with the devil comes with a catch. Each time they use this power, the devil who they contracted with eats a part of their sanity that they have. The more they abuse it, the stron

Spellmaster fell, handless.His severed hands fell along with him."H-Huh... what... just happened?" he pondered.He looked at his arms without hands."I was... praying... wasn't I?... Then why... am I falling... why are my hands... not attached... why-"He saw Phize, Lili, and Eauvis who had just let go of Trif."Phize," he said with malice building up within him.Cough. Cough.Trif collapsed to the floor. He had used all his energy to throw and aim Harris's sword."TRIF!" Phize yelled."You pushed yourself too far..." Lili said."Ha... ha... I did... what I can..."Trif said as he lost all strength and collapsed to Lili's arms.Spellmaster was still falling. His mind was slowly recovering... and so was his rage."Instant Regeneration! Mana Revival! Spell Active!" he chanted.Muscle fibers formed from his arms and bones formed. Tissues such as ligaments and cartilage attached itself to the bone and so did the muscles. New hands were formed after all the necessary components were need

"What… was that display earlier? I got bodied. But now that I'm aware, I wouldn't space out like earlier. I just need to avoid close combat as much as possible. Being unable to use my spells takes away my advantage," Spellmaster surmised. Phize pointed his sword at him. "A new sword?" he pondered, "What difference does it make? Not that it matters in the slightest." Phize darted to him. "Nyrin Spore Floor," Spellmaster chanted. The ground rumbled slightly and humongous green mushrooms with white spots popped out of the grassy floor. Some of these even uprooted the trees. Phize struck the verdant earth. "Cancel!" Since the floor served as a medium for the spell to propagate through, it was included in the circulation of mana for the Mana Circuit needed for spell casting. Like a circuit, with the magic lines circulating within the person extending to the matter they interact with, the output of the spell which serves as the light bulb. Therefore, ending the spell as usual. He sl