It took a few minutes, but everyone walked into Azazel’s room. Lastly Andrey walked in. He wasn't in his usual outfit. He was with a white T-shirt and white pants.
"Well, ain't you a rare sight." Azazel smiled at Andrey.
"You… What happened to you!?" Andrey's jaw dropped.
All the others shared stares among themselves.
"Maybe we should have told him first…" Illien mumbled.
Andrey looked at Dea'n'ha and expected an explanation.
"Well…" she started, but was intercepted by Azazel's weak voice.
"We lost the fight, brother…"
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The night had come, and everyone had been sleeping tightly in their beds. Andrey and Dea’n’ha - happy they could be together again. Aluca - thinking about drones and butterflies. Illien - dreaming nightmares of what could happen.Alone in his room, Azazel was still asleep.Using this opportunity, Beleth warped into his room.He sat down on the chair next to Azazel and looked at him for a while.Finally he spoke, “Azazel, my Demon. It’s really strange, and it has never occurred to me that one day… You would be tied to a bed.”Beleth hovered over Azazel’s body with his hand.He sighed and said, “My most loyal royal guard…&rdquo
“What’s gonna be the next challenge?” Andrey jumped excitedly, happy to test his limits.“I say push-ups.” Azazel suggested.“Okay, I’m going to break the record for most push-ups. I’m telling you. My chest is so buffed that I can probably lift a cow with it.” Niko spoke with a destructive voice.“Wait… do what?” Dea’n’ha leaned her head forward and narrowed her eyebrows.“You think so? I’m sure I could lift a horse with mine!” Andrey immediately decided to join in on the rivalry.“Cows are usually heavier than horses!” Aluca whispered in Andrey’s direction.“Then how about I lift two at once, eh?!” The black-dressed mage immediately corrected himself.“Wait, that’s about two tons of weight, isn’t it?” Illien asked, wondering if he’s catching up with his competitors.
“Cuppu-cakeeey”(Cupcake)“So keeewt”(Cute)“Yes, Mrs?”“Weeaaalllwwyyy?”(Really)“Am I… cute?” Azazel made cute faces and spoke with a thin voice.“Sweeeeets?”With each word, the Demon pushed his body off the ground and tried his hardest to make the most cute and sweet faces and voices that he could imagine or had seen. Of course, nobody really enjoyed that. They were all too shocked by the unbelievable truth that the Grand Marshal CAN in fact do all of these embarrassing things.“I can’t believe he is doing it…” Niko co
If a bird would look down, it would see a stadium explode as if by a terrorist attack. If a normal human would look at it, it would seem like the stadium had been blown up by a blue explosion.That was pretty much the case. And if you were on the inside of the stadium, all you would see would be… well… nothing. Because the explosive mana was so outrageous that it blinded everyone inside. A strong wind blew everyone away, like a shock wave with force much resembling that of a nuke.All the competitors, along with the referee, were blown away. It took a few minutes for the dust to clear, although in the midst of it, it was rather easy to see that the origin of this great power was none other than him - The bard, Illien Stocks.“Illien, you gotta stop!” Azazel yelled from a distance, trying to
“Ugh… my head…” Andrey grabbed onto his head, picking himself up from the ground.What the heck just happened…The battle-mage looked around and found himself to be the only person still in the stadium.“Everyone? Illien?” He asked, looking around.“Dea’n’ha? Are you there?”He walked around, but nobody was there to reply.“Azazel?”“Niko?”“Aluca?” He screamed out their names in wait of a response, but none followed.
Andrey looked around and noticed everyone looking at him awkwardly.“What happened?” Dea’n’ha asked with concern, as she saw the sudden black pillar of mana that nobody had ever seen until now.At the sound of her voice, Andrey’s red eyes gazed upon her as if a predator sought his prey. He expanded his hand forward and an incredible amount of power froze her. He clenched his fist so hard that his bones were heard cracking. At that moment, black mana consumed Dea’n’ha. She appeared to start to faint. The real effect of the black mana wasn’t really known. One thing was certain. Dea’n’ha was dying. Again. And by Andrey’s hand. Again.“What the fuck!?”“What’s he doing!?”
Ugh… The darkness... again.Oh, wait! It’s white now.Where exactly… am I again?Is there a way that I WOULDN’T lose my mind? I’m trapped inside my head most of the time. Gimme a break, please…Andrey walked a few steps forward into nothingness.A low bassy sound traveled with great speed from behind. He turned around to follow the sound, but there was no visible object as it went past
Speak up. It’s me. Don’t hide.I know you’re there. Both of you.Stop hiding. Come out.I don’t feel like walking endlessly in here, so how about you two just appear like you usually do.While plotting his revenge up there on that icy and cold mountain peak, Andrey knew that he would need more power, more than he used to have, so he could successfully survive, and also be able to achieve anything.As he was sitting there, the tears on his face had already frozen, as he meditated and tried to discover a technique through which he would dive into his inner world at any time he wanted.