Glory was a Demonic Sword granted to Gavid Lindman by the Demon King of Incarceration himself, earning him the title of Sword of Incarceration. It was said to be the only sword capable of withstanding the power of Vermouth's Moonlight Sword, which could emit a blinding light that could obliterate anything in its path.

Gavid Lindman had hardly used Glory for the past three hundred years. However, despite being left untouched for a long time, the blade never lost its sharp edge. Even so, Gavid would clean and sharpen the blade of his favorite sword every night, always desiring to maintain it in its perfect condition. This particular night was no exception, and in fact, he had a greater desire to sharpen his blade tonight.

As Gavid sat in his room, he thought back to his encounter with Molon just a few hours ago. The intense fighting spirit that Molon exuded sent a pleasant chill down Gavid's back as he recalled the events. It brought to mind memories of the battles he had fought three hundred years ago, and Gavid couldn't help but feel a sense of nostalgia wash over him.

‘Just a little bit,’ thought Gavid while straightening his pitch-black sword.

He remembered the dull glow of Molon’s eyes. Three hundred years was not short, even by the standards of the demonfolks, and it was an extremely long period of time for humans. Gavid couldn't help but reflect on how time wore down even the strongest of humans. Just as rocks erode under the forces of nature, humans, too, are incapable of escaping the ravages of time. No matter how strong and excellent a human was, they would be worn out by the passage of time, even Molon.

‘I had been looking forward to it.’

Gavid recalled the disappointment he felt when Molon did not immediately engage him in battle despite his manic demeanor. After three hundred years of isolation, Gavid had expected Molon's madness to manifest as violent aggression, but he had been proven wrong. Instead, Molon hurled insults and taunts at Gavid but made no move to draw his weapon. It was a far cry from their past battles, where they had clashed in a frenzied dance of death.

“He’s human, but he is unlike the other humans.”

Gavid Lindman stared at the black blade that devoured all light, muttering to himself about Molon Ruhr. Unlike other humans, there was something special about him. Molon's energy had ignited Gavid's fighting spirit, and he had eagerly anticipated a battle with him. But it had been for naught; Molon had insulted him but hadn't unsheathed his weapon. Disappointed, Gavid had no choice but to take out his sword and appease his desire for a fight. The Demonic Sword Glory...