The Strongest Player is a Demon Lord

Darkness

[Place: ???]

Merlin found himself inside a dark place. Not a room nor any place that he’s familiar with. This is a place that is altogether new to him. A complete opposite of the white space where he met Requiem. All that’s here is darkness and, in its depths, a creature began to form.

Right in front of merlin a whirlwind of crimson took shape. With a luminescent color, it’s no wonder that he can see it in the emptiness of this foreign place. He would’ve raised his guard already, only that Merlin can feel that whatever this is that’s taking shape, it isn’t a threat to him. In fact, it almost feels like a part of himself. And no sooner than when he thought this, the whirlwind came to a halt. Dissipating and leaving behind a creature that Merlin is familiar with. None other than Azazel.

“Congratulations.” The demon said. “I didn’t think you had it in you at first but, here we are.”

“So you’re still alive huh.” Merlin replied.

“You’re not even going to be surprised huh. I expect no less