<h4>Volume 2, Prologue</h4>


    is flowing. It’s as if it exists in a different space, separated from the noise around it.


    In such a tense atmosphere―two men were confronting each other.


    One is a boy wearing an eye patch with a white silver sword, and the other is a man with pale purple skin and arge sword.


    “We’vee this far, and now someone is going to interrupt us again…?”


    The man brushed his sweat-stained bangs depressingly. His forehead, which had been hidden, appeared, exposing a small purple crystal embedded in it to the outside world.


    “It seems that the man himself is not following me, after all.”


    Out of the man’s gaze, the boy stood in a stance so open that one would think he might be caught off guard. But the man sensed it. He could feel the powerful fighting spirit that the boy wore.


    That is not something that can be reached even if you’ve gone through many battles, and only those who have further developed their skills can obtain it―the fact that this young boy releases it is beyond amazing.


    “Kuku, hahaha… It is a natural talent!”


    The man couldn’t suppress augh at the fact that such a fierce warrior was much younger than him.


    ”Let’s go out and kill each other to the bitter end―Hey, “One-Eyed Dragon”! Thest one standing is the winner! Simple enough to understand, right?”


    The man twisted his body after splitting his dry lips into a crescent shape. Then the cut end of the great sword, which was as tall as he was, was buried in the sand.


    The boy who took one look at it shrugged his shoulders, and――.


    “I’m truly amazed at the demon race. You see, I’m not interested in killing each other.”


    But despite the words, the boy had a fierce smile on his face. A look that was disproportionate to the young boy’s age―and the man felt a chill at the sight of it.


    “But I’m feeling a little irritated now. You’ll have to be prepared for a certain amount of injury.”


    Nothingness takes over the boy. He sank into the abyss and chipped away at all emotions…


    The boy also lifted his right arm to his chest and pointed the tip of his silvery-white sword at the man.