"Beyond the boundaries of this world... far beyond the walls of this land..."
"There exists another world entirely."
"A world dozens—no, hundreds of times greater than this universe we inhabit."
Agaroth’s tone was unlike anything Sieghart had heard from him before.
There was genuine passion within his voice.
Burning heat.
An excitement so vivid that Sieghart momentarily forgot his pain as he listened to the Demon King speak of something far beyond his comprehension and imagination.
"An endless land. A sky so high it cannot easily be surpassed. Unique and bizarre creatures. Unknown monsters."
"A world where even I do not know where my strength would truly stand."
"Am I the strongest there?"
"Is there someone stronger than me?"
"Is there one capable of defeating me?"
"Would I be first? Second? Third?"
Agaroth’s smile widened, excitement blazing within it.
"I don’t know..."
"I truly don’t know."
And that uncertainty only made it more thrilling.
The feeling of confronting the unknown.
Stepping into a land he knew nothing about.
An endless world where his very life could be threatened.
That... more than anything else... was what Agaroth desired.
"Compared to that place, this world is insignificant beyond measure."
After living for so long within the Material World, Agaroth had wandered through it countless times.
He fought its strongest. Challenged its tyrants. Established himself as the absolute pinnacle.
But after that... what remained?
Nothing.
Only an endless void.
And suffocating loneliness for a being whose power had long surpassed the limits of the world he was born into.
That was the crisis of the strongest.
The torment that had haunted Agaroth for ages beyond counting.
And the only solution he found... was to devour his creator and gain the ability to leave the Material World behind.
But he failed.
Frey the Writer’s existence shattered completely.
And as long as Frey remained broken, Agaroth could never use him properly.
So after betraying him in the distant past and failing, the Demon King simply waited.
Waited endlessly for Frey the Writer to return... and for another opportunity to appear.
Yet recently, something strange had happened.
Another chance had emerged from nowhere.
A continent.
A mysterious continent that suddenly appeared within the cosmos itself.
A land unlike anything anyone had ever seen before.
And yet... it originated from the very world Agaroth had longed to reach.
Perhaps it would become the gateway to his ultimate goal.
And so, freeing himself from Nameless’ seal became his highest priority.
Only then could he leave Helmond... and set foot in that unknown realm whose secrets no one understood.
"My name is Agaroth. The first of my name."
"There exists no creature like me within this world... nor within any other."
"I am no one’s servant. No one’s slave."
"I kneel beneath no one."
"This sky will not bind me."
"And this earth will not imprison me."
"I was created through the greatest tool in existence... the Tool of Creation that carries the power of the First Writers."
"I was created to kill the Pale Devastation."
"And in that..."
"...I succeeded."
"I will continue to grow stronger."
"I will devour everything that stands in my way."
"Until I achieve my goal."
Even if that meant destroying the entire world itself.
Even if it required slaughtering every creature foolish enough to stand before him.
Agaroth truly was unique... exactly as he claimed.
He had been born through the Tool of Creation—
A supreme artifact containing fragments of the power of every First Writer before him.
Every bearer of the title "First Writer" had poured a portion of their Aether into that weapon.
Passed from one successor to another... until it became the greatest weapon in existence itself.
Later, Frey used it to create Agaroth for the purpose of destroying Odin.
That was the beginning of the Demon King.
The origin of his overwhelming power.
A power that surpassed the scope of the Material World itself.
A world that had long since begun suffocating him.
A terrifying power...
One that brought him endless loneliness.
And stole away his freedom.
Sieghart listened in silence, incapable of fully comprehending what he had just heard.
And beside him, the Great One of Earth did the same.
Unlike Sieghart, however...
The Great One understood exactly what the Demon King meant.
Because he himself had been created by Odin, the Pale Catastrophe—
A being that originated from that very same world Agaroth spoke of.
Listening to the Demon King’s true desire... his one and only goal... the Great One of Earth found the entire matter strangely ironic.
’How absurd... Two terrifying monsters so alike in nature, calamities whose strength surpasses comprehension itself... and yet their goals stand completely opposed to one another.’
Agaroth wished to leave the Material World behind and ascend into the Aether World.
While Odin... desired the exact opposite.
More than anything else, he sought entry into the Material World.
Two beings of overwhelming power.
And yet neither had been able to achieve the single wish they desired most.
But...
’The appearance of that continent... may change everything.’
The mysterious continent that connected both worlds.
A place that could become Odin’s entrance... and Agaroth’s escape.
Two monsters destined to collide within the same land.
And perhaps... they would not be the only ones.
After all, who could say what other beings might descend from the Aether World as well?
Or what kind of massacres would unfold within that continent...
The very continent where most of the Material World’s strongest had already gathered.
’Compared to what may happen there... the war on Earth is nothing more than a prelude.’
The future concealed horrors far greater than anything they had witnessed thus far.
Agaroth said what he wished to say, then fell silent once more, returning to his usual coldness.
His thoughts shifted toward what he should do next.
Nameless’ remaining restraints would shatter soon.
At most, he needed only a single day more to erase them completely and obtain true freedom.
But for now, he decided to wait for Frey’s return... if he was still alive.
And if that happened, he intended to take him along.
If the mysterious continent truly allowed him to achieve his objective, then he would no longer need to wait for Frey to fully restore his existence.
Keeping him alive would cease to matter.
That was the possibility Agaroth had begun considering.
A possibility that shattered instantly the moment the Demon King felt a strange pulse shake the very core of his being.
His crimson eye widened.
For perhaps the first time in ages, genuine surprise became visible upon his face as he abruptly rose and stared toward the distant heavens.
"The restraints... shattered?"
He felt it.
He truly felt them break apart.
The remnants of Nameless’ seal vanished completely.
At last, his soul was free from Helmond.
It happened so suddenly... so unexpectedly... that even the Demon King himself was momentarily bewildered.
Then, only seconds later, Agaroth began to understand what had occurred.
Because for the first time in an unimaginably long time...
Something inside him moved once more.
The Tool of Creation had reacted.
It resonated with something.
And the Tool of Creation only ever responded to one kind of being.
"Writers..."
Slowly, Agaroth’s smile widened into something demonic and horrifying.
"He has returned!" he roared aloud, finally grasping the truth.
That realization coincided with Frey awakening within the tomb...
And with his emergence to confront Maskith and Wesker.
Agaroth immediately understood that sooner or later... Frey would come to Earth.
"This changes everything..." the Demon King laughed, thoroughly amused by the bizarre twists fate continued to take.
He had never once complained about fate.
On the contrary... he welcomed every challenge thrown before him.
But even he was not foolish enough to confront Frey in his current condition.
Forming a dark flame within his palm, Agaroth unleashed a sudden attack toward both Sieghart and the Great One of Earth, burning them mercilessly and erasing them from existence entirely.
It seemed Amon’s curse had not included the Ultras.
As a result, the world judged that Agaroth had completed his task—
That he had exterminated every living being upon Earth.
And thus, his summoning was finally undone.
Slowly, the Demon King vanished from the heavens.
Disappearing from Planet Earth... after teaching every creature that had lived upon it the true meaning of terror.