At that point, the memory proceeded to become a bit fragmented.0

Having been swallowed by the Demon King of Destruction, Agaroth did not die immediately. Instead, he wandered through an abyss that seemed to have no end and continued to slice apart the overflowing torrent of dark power and colors.0

In the face of such destruction that could render all efforts at resistance meaningless, gods and humans were rendered equal. That was just how things were. However, Agaroth managed to survive within Destruction for a very long time. Even with the dark power trying to drive him crazy, he managed to retain his sanity. He refused to forget who he was.2

Many of the voices within him had already disappeared, but a few could still be heard coming from very far away. Those were the voices of the believers devoted to Agaroth.3

Along with these voices, Agaroth also thought of the believers who had already perished for him. His long-time friend whom Agaroth hadn’t even been able to see in his final moments. The evil witch who had died after he broke her neck with these very hands. All of the comrades who had fought with him in one long war after another and always emerged victorious. And all of his other bonds, too.4

Then there was himself.1

As the fragmented memory continued to play, Agaroth was gradually dying. He wandered through the endless abyss, swinging his sword again and again and again.0

His last memory was that of embedding his Divine Sword down in an empty place.0

He had forced his body to walk all this way, but in the end, it finally gave in. He held himself up on the Divine Sword that he had been using as a cane—4

‘He died,’ Eugene realized as his eyes opened up.1

He stared down at the Divine Sword that he was holding out in front of him. The Divine Sword he was currently wielding looked very shabby compared to the sword he had just been looking at — Agaroth’s...0