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.

Abraham's form disintegrated into cosmic dust, sifting away into the vast emptiness.

His end had arrived.

With a slow descent from the heavens, the Demon King turned his gaze towards Frey, who remained sprawled on the ground, that same unyielding smile fixed upon his features.

"We have not concluded our business, Frey."

His formidable power was unleashed.

In the blink of an eye, both the Demon King and Frey vanished from sight.

They reappeared in a different locale.

Within the domain of the Ultras… and in the midst of their human army.

Agaroth and Frey materialized from the very fabric of nothingness.

The assembled soldiers spun around, bewildered and caught completely unaware by their abrupt manifestation.

For the preceding hour, they had endured a state of abject terror, having been witnesses to the sheer devastation wrought by the preceding monstrous clashes.

Fearful… quivering…

Utterly oblivious that this harrowing ordeal was merely the prelude.

The King's massive foot impacted the earth.

Darkness unfurled, blanketing the entirety of the continent.

Rising skyward, these specters pierced through countless human forms, one after another, hoisting their lifeless bodies aloft like colossal spears meticulously forged to impale the very essence of mankind.

The encroaching shadows obliterated everything in their path.

Simultaneously, Agaroth ascended into the stratosphere.

He extended his hand.

And with a mighty grip, seized the very sky, tearing it asunder.

The celestial expanse ripped open, resembling torn fabric.

And beyond the rupture, a multitude of meteors became visible.

Dozens of them.

Each hurtling downwards, aimed directly at every human soul below.

Meteors descending from above.

Shadows surging from below.

One force annihilated them, erasing them from existence.

The other impaled them, transfixing them upon spears of profound darkness.

The soldiers met their demise.

The very heroes of humanity perished.

The formidable warriors of the Shadow Sect were extinguished.

Students from the sacred temple fell, their lives extinguished sequentially.

They made valiant attempts to resist.

They mustered the courage to fight back.

Yet, they could not even approach their formidable foes.

Daemon Valerion too, died.

Phoenix was no more. Seris perished. Uriel met his end. Selina succumbed.

They were eradicated like insignificant insects.

One by one.

Their deaths were not marked by grandeur.

Nor did they garner any notice.

But Frey bore witness to all of it.

He observed every single demise.

They died consumed by fear.

They died lost in despair.

And every single one of them… truly comprehended the horrifying meaning of terror.

The Demon King descended once more, his movement slow and deliberate, stopping directly before Frey, inclining his imposing form slightly towards him.

"Our engagement is not yet concluded."

Agaroth continued his grim tutelage.

Imparting the profound definition of terror.

And in the very next instant—

They found themselves standing within the hallowed grounds of the Shadow Sect.

This…

This was true terror.