A huge majestic seat that exists in the deepest part of the abyss can be said to lie in the deepest layer of the Darkness realm.
At that seat, which had been left empty for a hundred thousand years, sat a person emitting an aura of Majestic.
Everything was blurry as if everything was hidden behind a veil except for the pair of black eyes whose depth was unknown.
Despite sitting, the world around the person seems to be constantly cracking and breaking apart being shattered by the fate of the doom emerging from the being.
"Really...That's great."
A cold smile hung on the lips on hearing the words.
The Archduke of Fury bowed his head and stood politely next to that being and opened his mouth.
As he said, his eyes were filled with sincere admiration and respect.
One word.
It was just one word.
The attack on the Human Realm was almost successful if not for that person but it did not matter because they have someone who can take care of that weapon trained by Goddess.
All of this happened at the words of the Queen they served.
It felt like they stood in front of a god.
'No, at this level even if you had not ascended to Divine being, it's still not inferior.'
In fact, the Duke of Wrath could not fathom the power of the Queen at all.
This is only possible when the gap between the two is as wide apart as two ends of an abyss. One can't see the end by standing at the shore of the abyss.
When the awe deepened in the eyes of the Dukes...
The Queen didn't respond to words of anger and quietly looked at the images of the battle.
Even though her expression was calm, an inner turmoil for a split second appeared but it was suppressed as if it never existed.
Closing her eyes as soon as she laid back on The Throne, a distant memory of a million years ago appeared.
A dark figure kneeled on the ground with a haggard look, staring at the impenetrable back of the person who stood there without a ripple in emotion.
Even though he had achieved something which none could ever do, it still felt worthless at the very presence of that man.
The dark figure whose body trembled just remembering the scene of getting crashed with an unfathomable magic power capable of destroying the world with a single snap, wanted to beg for mercy.
But he was too shocked to respond.
"Darkky!"
A husk sole voice emerged stirring the hearts of his abyss.
"I will give you a chance."
"A chance to get stronger.."
"A chance to amuse me."
"I hope you don't disappoint after I come back."
"Entertain me…"
A gentle smile hung on the person's lips.
The memory receded.
Everything returned to normal.
The woman clenched the armrest.
A terrifying gale swept which made the whole Darkness realm quake.
"Highness. Calm down."
"Have Mercy."
"Have Mercy.."
The Dukes lowered their heads.
The woman oblivious to all this gritted her teeth in anger.
'This can't be.'
'There is no way it's him.'
'No matter how strong he is. Even if he can touch this power similar to mine, he can never come closer to that being.'
'That being is not a monster. '
'He is unwinnable. He is limitless.'
'There is no way, the universe is capable of giving birth to someone of that level.'
'This mere squeak is nothing compared to him.'
'I will not be defeated by anyone except him, sadly you are not him.'
'You lack that Majesty.'
Feeling calmed down, her lips curled upward.
'The end to close the curtain is drawing near. At least this war wouldn't be bland. Your presence will make it colourful.'
'That's the only role you have to play.'
'To become my stepping stone.'
........
TAP! TAP!TAP!
"Vermouth, how are you doing?"
A playful voice echoed.
"Avalon, you bastard...Just how long are you going to hide?"
"Che...These two always go over each other's throats."
"Puny humans.."A dark red armoured figure snorted.
"Jack, you worm finally decided to crawl up from your nest."
BAAM!
The table creaked with a loud sound.
"How dare you address me, The Mighty Dragon King as a worm. You sick vermin."Jack screamed.
"Hindell, your elves had just recovered, should you not stay at home and recuperate that old bone of yours? Have mercy on your old body?"
"Are you saying that I am old? You disgusting worm? I am as young as a horse and as vigorous as an Ox. My charm is not something you ugly bastard can understand."
"Has....."
Squeezed between them, a short dwarfed old man massaged his forehead.
Seeing things getting heated up, he sneakily escaped.
Maintaining a safe distance, he caressed his long cascading bear running down to his waist like a waterfall.
Feeling a faint soft ever glowing presence, he spoke.
"Saintess Penelope, please meditate. Otherwise, something bad might happen."
"Amitabha, I am just a harmless old hag. While I walk around helping others on one foot my other foot is already preparing a coffin for rest.
The Dwarf King Mezov gave her a weird glance.
"Saintess, aren't you underestimating yourself too much?"
"I am not a fighter, Highness Mezov."
"Sighhh…why do these bastards like to fight."
"Being old, and standing on the peak. They have nothing to do except engage in these kinds of things to amuse themselves."Penelope smiled.
"What do you mean? I am also old. I am older than that Elf but I don't have that kind of fetish."Mezov snorted.
"That's because you are engaged in the hobby of blacksmithing that takes too much time but they…."
BOOOOM!
A roar resounded blasting the roof.
"Here we go again. The four-way fight started again"Mezov facepalmed.
For years, there has been talk about why this place is marked as a neutral zone.
There have been many theories but the real reason is simple and stupid.
It had been marked as a neutral zone because every time the meeting would take place, fights would occur causing large-scale damage to property which are fixed by Church and Magic Tower.
As the fight started to become violent, a huge shadow was cast over the face.
Swish!
The sunlight was cut off and everything descended into silence.
"So, is this a welcome fight for me?"
"I don't have a problem in destroying my hands."A sinister laughter resounded after that.
