I said, Fight me!" he yelled, rage dripping from every word. Anzi wanted a duel, a show of power.
Atom's eyes, however, were locked on his sister. His voice was cold, unyielding:
"Don't you dare touch my sister, you filth!"
The island remained shrouded in darkness, hours passing with no one understanding the cause. Even the king had stepped out of his castle, searching for answers.
At the Mountain of Nori, Atom assessed the situation. Surrounded by sixteen enemies, he calculated his odds. He didn't want Ana to witness the violence he was about to unleash.
"There's no way I can fight them all here," he thought. "I have to escape."
He whispered the mantra, barely audible:
"Lord Almighty:"
Before he could move, a figure leapt from the shadows, attacking from behind. But it was already too late. Atom completed the mantra:
"Ananta..."
Pain ripped through their minds. Bodies evaporated, screams filled the air, migraines overtaking their senses. Their Blood started to leak the blood, the confusion and terror painted across their faces.
The balance had totally shifted, but Atom knew—this was only the beginning.
Atom vanished with his sister, his speed unmatched. Behind them, his enemies writhed in agony, screams and grunts filling the air.
"I… am evaporating…"
Ananta—the ability that generates energy at the atomic level, as potent as the sun—burned them slowly, painfully, reducing them to suffering particles.
Deil collapsed to the ground, groaning in pain, watching Anzi rise. His body regenerated relentlessly, and he alone bore the agony without a single scream.
"This pain is nothing to me," Anzi said, standing tall despite the torment.
Meanwhile, his remaining followers continued to evaporate, their bodies slowly regenerating under the same spell. They recovered, but the pain was unforgettable.
"I will kill the Blasphemous," Anzi vowed. His eyes burned with shallow rage, yet a twisted smile crept across his face.
His comrades regenerated completely, flesh stitching itself back together as if time flowed in reverse. One by one they rose, eyes burning with rage.
"Let's go kill him this time!"
Their unified roar echoed through the forest as they ran after Anzi.
Far away from the seas…
In the distant north stood the lonely country Suisei. A forgotten land surrounded by nothing. Its ancient castle, covered in vines, dust, and decayed stone, trembled under a suffocating silence.
Inside, a man stood before a tall mirror.
Only darkness stared back.
"It's still not clear," he muttered. Something in his voice carried deep grief… and a suffocating wrath. He took a sip of red wine — thick, almost like blood.
"What the hell is the king even thinking?"
The glass shattered in his grip.
Then his tone twisted—
"HE'S PLAYING WITH ME!!!"
He turned away from the mirror.
And his sharp blue eyes glowed like frozen seas. His face pale, refined, almost inhuman — marked by long fangs of a forgotten monster. His black‑and‑red cloak whipped through the dusty air as his anger rose like a storm.
"I…" he growled.
"I, THE LORD SUPREME, WILL KILL THE BLASPHEMOUS MYSELF!"