Amon let out a quiet laugh.
Meanwhile, Frey’s expression darkened further.
"I’m honestly surprised the entire world failed to grasp something so obvious..."
"...No. Perhaps they did realize it."
"They simply gave up on seeking the answer—because it was beyond their comprehension."
Frey said nothing.
Because Amon’s logic... was sound.
If all demons originated from Manus—the ancient First Demon who had long since lost his power—
Then where did Manus himself come from?
Did he appear out of nothing?
Impossible.
"Why..." Amon continued,
"...were demons created in a way that makes them hostile to all living things?"
"We were made to feed on aura. To devour life force. To slaughter every living creature in this world."
"Why are we so powerful... to the point that we alone can stand against all other races?"
He asked several questions in succession—
Before falling silent briefly.
Then answering them all himself.
"Because demons were created."
"Forged... for that very purpose."
"To eradicate all life in this world."
His voice deepened.
"...By her command."
"You—" Frey suddenly interrupted.
His composure visibly shaken.
"What the hell are you talking about?"
His voice was heavy.
Amon turned toward him again, his gaze serious now.
"She is the one who shaped every demon into what they are."
"She is the one who planted all this hatred."
"The one who incited all this destruction."
"Who?" Frey snapped, his patience breaking.
"Who are you talking about? Who is she?!"
Amon simply shrugged.
"I don’t know."
"My knowledge doesn’t reach that far."
"...What?"
With a casual wave of his hand ...
Another scene unfolded.
"I’m not an ordinary demon."
"I’m sure you’ve already realized that, one way or another."
Around them—
A figure appeared.
Maskith, the mad scholar, immersed in one of his experiments.
"I was created by him... by Maskith."
"When he tried to replicate what she had done."
"He attempted to imitate her... and failed thousands of times."
"And I—"
"I was his only success."
Amon’s smile twisted faintly.
"And even that ’success’ was a failure."
"Because he didn’t create me from nothing."
"He built me based on my brother—Crimson."
"Which only proved the limits of his power... compared to her."
"I heard him speak of her many times."
"That’s where my knowledge comes from."
"In Helkmond... some believe I was created to serve as a vessel for Agaroth."
"So that he could escape the restraints of Nameless."
"But that isn’t true."
"I was created long before Agaroth and Nameless ever fought."
Amon’s voice grew more serious.
"I possess knowledge beyond others."
"And a forbidden power within me... that surpasses them as well, Frey Starlight."
"There is no end to the battle you intend to fight."
"No matter how many demons you defeat... how many you kill..."
"More will come."
"Believe it or not—"
"We are nothing more than beings that can be manufactured... replicated... effortlessly."
"Without the slightest difficulty."
A brief silence followed.
"Give up," Amon said quietly.
"Come with me to Hellmond."
"Meet the King."
"Accept whatever fate he decides for you."
"That is the best path you can take."
He closed his eyes calmly after saying that.
As for Frey—
He remained silent.
Frozen in place for a few moments ...
A storm of thoughts raging within his mind.
Outwardly—
He showed nothing.
Maintaining his composure.
But his mind...
Moved faster than any being alive.
’Her...? Who is she? Who... created the demons? Maskith created Amon... but only because he tried to imitate her...’
’Is he telling the truth? Or lying?’
’What does Agaroth have to do with all this?’
’Is Agaroth even a demon to begin with...?’
’I created him... or at least, that’s how it’s supposed to be.’
Unconsciously—
Frey raised a hand to his face.
Everything had become tangled.
Then suddenly—
His eyes widened.
Realization struck.
"You..."
"The reason you’re telling me all of this..."
"...the reason you’re sharing this information with me..."
Frey clenched his teeth.
"This is your way... of showing mercy?"
At that moment—
Amon opened his eyes once more.
But this time...
There was something entirely different within them.
Clear hostility.
Overwhelming killing intent.
"That’s right, Frey Starlight."
"Surrender quietly and come with me to Hellmond."
"Or I will destroy you... and everything on this wretched planet."
There was weight behind every word—
As if his victory was already decided.
As if the battle had already been concluded.
That killing intent was instantly answered.
Frey’s body erupted—
Tons of blazing black-hole aura and raging soulfire bursting forth all at once.
"You show me mercy..."
"As if you’re stronger than me."
Frey stepped forward slowly.
"Come, then."
"Destroy me... and everything on this planet, as you claim."
"And in return..."
"I’ll destroy you with everything I have."
"Once I’m done with you..."
"I’ll rip the answers straight out of your soul."
Frey discarded everything else for now.
Fully focusing on the battle.
If there were truths to uncover—
He would uncover them after defeating his opponent.
That was his decision.
As for Amon—
He too prepared for battle.
"I see... so this is your choice."
He exhaled, taking a combat stance.
"I had hoped to avoid this path..."
"But it seems I’ll have to use it today."
"You talk too much."
Whoooosh—
A sharp tearing sound rang out ...
And in less than a fraction of a second ...
Frey was already in front of Amon.
Grabbing him by the face—
He lifted him effortlessly—
Then launched forward at an insane speed, dragging him along.
"Let’s change the battlefield."
"I have no intention of fighting you in front of the Shadow Sect."
Under the force of Frey’s power—
Space itself compressed.
Reality cracked open.
With a single step—
They vanished entirely from the Shadow Sect.
And reappeared elsewhere in the world.
Within a storm of black lightning—
And a blazing vortex of blue flames.
The very place ...Where Frey once fought the embodiment of death .
Thanatos.
Frey hurled Amon away at near light speed.
The latter unable to break free from his grip.
Amon was surprised by Frey’s strength—
But that surprise didn’t last long.
Because Frey attacked immediately.