The knight had indeed reached the one he had previously called the Devil, inside one of the dungeons. The knight raised his sword, standing proudly, his murderous intent evident on his face. As for "Diavlo" (the Devil), he stood with uncharacteristic calm and coolness, his silver hair, honey-colored eyes, and wicked smile capable of enraging even the trees.
The knight aimed his sword at the Devil and said angrily, "Any last words, you bastard?"
Diavlo chuckled softly and said in a provocative tone befitting a vile creature like himself, "Ah, well, let me see... I've got it... It will be fun to examine your insides to see what distinguishes you from the rest of your kind, you lecherous saga." Then he began to laugh hysterically and ecstatically until he nearly died laughing. He suddenly fell silent and began to look at the knight with provocative contempt. The knight returned the look with a fierce fury, and in the blink of an eye, he charged towards him, his massive sword at the ready.
The fighting between the two sides continued at a similar intensity, but in the end...
We see the knight leaning on his sword, his strength failing him. Yet, despite his weakness and helplessness, he still possesses the same look—a look of hatred and determination to kill this man. Diavolo stepped towards the knight with utter gloating, saying, "You see, all this is pointless. There's no benefit to be gained from it. I am the victor in the end." Silence fell for a moment, then the knight began to laugh. At first, it was a laugh of defeat and regret, then a laugh filled with confidence. After a while, he raised his head, a smile splitting his cheeks. "It doesn't matter if I win here or not. It doesn't matter if I die or live. What matters to me is that no matter how long time passes, no matter how much war and peace come, I am certain that my successor will appear one day and will carry this will and determination. And, most importantly, he will be stronger than me, enough to erase your trace..." The knight paused, then added, "As for my body," and then he plunged his hand into his chest. His body exploded into nothingness. Diavolo was stunned by the sight, but he liked it. He hoped that the saga chosen to kill him would be as mad as this knight.