Just a few minutes before Damien's arrival…
A man appeared in the skies above the city that had just recently lost its Supremes.
He wasn't a resident, just a passerby, but his mood was currently extremely negative.
'That punt ant. How dare he act so dismissive?! Does he not understand his position?'
He seemed to be aggravated by someone he'd just spoken to, and the humiliation he'd faced just moments prior clouded his mind.
'They are becoming uncontrollable. If this goes on, the Lord will have my head.'
He scowled as he thought about it.
Their mistakes would be blamed on him.
Why?
Because he was the envoy that facilitated the relationship between their two sides.
It wasn't as if he chose this position.
It was forced upon him, and he was forced to demean himself by creating this small Avatar with the power of a Supreme to cater to them.
He was a being far higher than them.
Even if he was nobody within his own influence, he was someone they should've only been looking up to.
'That soul ant understands. The rest…tch. They must be put in their place.'
Two of them didn't need to be touched as their loyalty was still strong, while the other one was too much of an outlier even for him.
'Therefore, inhuman brat, use your idiocy to entertain me.'
He found himself in the Inhuman Emperor's territory as he made his way back to the Demon Abyss, quite convenient in his opinion.
Since he was already here, why shouldn't he stir up some chaos?
He'd already caused mayhem in several cities he found along the way and weakened the Inhuman Emperor's forces, and just now, he'd come across a city that was already halfway destroyed.
After all, it had lost its Supremes.
'I should give that karmic brat a warning too. He has become more unruly in recent days.'
Since that was the case, the methods he used were obvious.
He incited the rage in the common citizens' hearts and eviscerated the flaws that were intentionally placed in their design.
Like this, he could make the Nox Jill themselves with a thought.
BOOOOOOOOOM!
He flicked his wrist and blew up the battle arena. His energy spread through the dust like a virus and rapidly encapsulated the whole city, forcing its citizens into a rampage.
'Haha, how amusing.'
All that was left for him to do was watch how these idiots died to their own desires. If nothing else, it made him forget the annoyances their leaders presented, and that was his entire goal.
It was quite entertaining to watch this slaughter, especially since the Nox were already creatures who loved partaking in it.
Their methods were diluted and backward, but the way they utilized them to try and make their way to power was novel from his perspective.
'However, this is boring after a bit. Shall I move on now?'
He'd been watching for a few minutes already.
Unfortunately, this city didn't have much to offer in the realm of talent.
'They are too difficult to control. I don't understand why the Lord is so insistent on keeping them, but I cannot question his will.'
The man sighed in reluctant acceptance of his position and turned his gaze away.
'Hmm…there are only a few more before I return to my post. Hopefully, they will show me something–'
"Hi."
A single word.
But it came from directly behind him, almost as if it was whispered in his ear.
He didn't sense the newcomer's presence at all.
The hairs on the back of his neck stood up like blades as he whipped his body around.
"Who dares?!"
A finger touched his forehead before he even saw his attacker.
"Naturally, I do."
His eyes widened.
"You…! You are…!"
"Shhh. Dead men don't speak, right?"
A stream of "energy" flowed into his body and started disassembling it from the inside.
As the man decomposed into ashes that drifted into the wind, he looked at the appearance of the man who killed him.
Long white hair, a large body with a gait not matching the Nox, and pale white skin that was just slightly greyed in a way that seemed fake.
A final thought flowed through his mind.
'This…is not…mana…'
And he died just like that.
He barely understood what hit him, and barely had time to process what happened.
Of all things, he never expected to meet someone who could kill him, or even dared to!
However, this same carelessness was what allowed Damien to take him down effortlessly.
And now that it was done…
Damien absorbed his memories with a frown.
That man…
Damien was also interested in his appearance.
Because just like his Demon form, that man didn't look like a Nox.
He had the same white hair, the same red eyes, and the same pale skin. His body was only slightly smaller than Damien's current form, something he hadn't seen in a Nox.
It was undeniable that this man was connected to the unknown bloodline Damien gained after devouring enough Nox. The power he'd so aptly titled his "Demon Bloodline."
For that reason, he instantly killed and stole his memories instead of risking anything.
And that's why he chose to directly use the Void to kill instead of his usual approach.
'Now that you're gone, let's find out who you are.'
Damien found his way to a safe area again and delved into the memories.
The first thing he encountered was a wall.
These memories were different from the ones he usually saw.
They were separated into two parts.
A portion of them were accessible to him, while the vast majority were locked behind a massive ethereal wall of light.
Damien touched it curiously.
'Is this…a barrier of existence?'
It was the first time he'd seen something like this.
He wasn't being blocked by anything he could understand. It was precisely because he couldn't understand that he was blocked.
This barrier prevented him from gaining knowledge above his caliber.
Knowledge that people of his state of existence were disallowed from knowing.
'What could it be…?'
He had some ideas, but they seemed too unrealistic.
The only way to know for certain was to browse what he was allowed to see.
And instantly, the unrealistic ideas in his head became tangible.
The newly deceased man's name was Aktruy, a strange combination of letters that didn't make much sense. However, his name was rarely used, if ever.
Judging by his thoughts, he was called by titles throughout his entire life in his homeland, and when he was among the Nox, he was called respectfully by his position.
"Envoy," Damien muttered to himself.
This man was a respected Envoy who connected Nox with another force.
And as he skimmed through more and more memories, Damien's heart raced.
'It isn't some regular force. He's not some regular person. This "envoy" nonsense is far more serious than I thought.'
His actions had consequences he wasn't expecting.
And the Envoy's identity created a plethora of problems and questions Damien didn't expect when he killed him.
'At most I thought he was an Apostle of some sort that served one of the Emperors, but…'
Damien's eyes hardened.
'...I never expected him to be from the Heavenly World.'
