Leaving these words behind, Mammon vanished into the darkness, leaving only the Shadow King to face the impending battle.
The Shadow King stared at the mark in his palm for a long time, an uneasy thought rising in his heart.
"He guessed what I was going to do."
The Shadow King muttered to himself, then laughed. To think that a few fragile words of his could deceive Mammon would be to underestimate the Devil, and would be too contrary to his true self.
If he were as fragile as his words suggested, the Shadow King would not have held on until now.
"Let's see who wins this time."
Before he finished speaking, booming explosions echoed, and the Shadow King once again saw the umbilical cord stretching from within him. It traversed the building incessantly, eventually connecting with another entangled fate.
...
The ruinous round castle on the cliff, once a magnificent fortress, now eroded by the marks of time and war, had become a desolate ruin.
