"Aure!" shouted Axius, rushing into the study of Orma's second Immortal, "don't you think it was a mistake?!"

The Leader of the Sect of the Worthy was sitting at desk of hard precious wood, from trees used to create bows for warriors in the Tenth Phase.

Aure looked up slightly from the papers in front of him, looking at Axius from behind his glasses, but did not stop the hand that ran on the pages for even a second. Nor did he answer.

“Now everything is in motion! We mustn’t make mistakes now!" bellowed Axius. He had just learned that the plans had greatly changed, contrary to what had previously been decided. "If Pseudonym really fights, it would be a huge risk!"

Aure's pen moved quickly, while a half-mouthed smile rested on the Goblin wielding it.

“Undead and Troll will send their greatest warriors. Circe, Helial and Pseudonym all have the potential to become a terrifying threat once they have fled Orma. If one of them somehow disappears, what do you think would happen in the future? How long could Orma keep its walls intact?"

Hearing Aure's words, Axius seemed to calm down slightly. In fact, the words of the Leader of the Sect of the Worthy made sense.

“Also, I know very well the arrangements that have been made. The boy must clash with the Prince of Darkness and perish. The Prince of Darkness has a talent equal to that of Circe, in fact, some say he is able to withstand a legend like Pseudonym. Considering that no less frightening mercenaries have been hired among the enemy ranks than Orma's greatest geniuses, how do you think the Human and his four dogs could win? "

Axius was finally convinced by those words. In fact, he even began to admire the man's foresight. There was a reason why the Goblin in front of him would become the future King of Orma, and not others.

Looking at the ceiling, after Axius had long left the room, Aure was deep in thought.

Pseudonym defeated by a handful of mercenaries? I have almost all the names of the conspirators, I'm just missing a few big shots and I can get rid of them from the first to the last. In a month there will be the clash for which we agreed. Cesar looks really determined. We all have the same information on that monster, but apparently he showed even more Skills in battle. From the new reports, it appears to be able to kill even an enemy in the Sixth Phase. There's really no need to fear the Prince of Darkness.

Still, something weighed on Aure's heart.

"We cannot allow such a warrior to be our enemy," he whispered to himself, "after this war he will have to swear allegiance, but not as a slave."

...

Outside the walls of Orma

Pseudonym's swords hung from his hands, while the invisible gaze of the black-armoured warrior pierced Helial. It was impossible to see his eyes from behind the black visor, but the Human felt them prick on the skin like two pins.

"So what?" it was the only mocking word the Champion said to the boy.

Pseudonym knew that Helial possessed a terrifying talent, but he was not aware of the presence of Iblis in his Soul. Indeed, even if he had known about it, he would not have realized the extraordinary nature of that child, because Pseudonym had no idea who Iblis was. In his eyes, Helial was nothing but a boy with terrifying strategic talent and incredible fighting skills.

Helial possessed the ability to challenge enemies of two Phases above his own.

So what was to be said about Pseudonym? Not only was he able to defeat someone from three Phases higher than him, but he also had a Skill at Grand Master Rank!

Yes, Pseudonym recognized Helial's talent, his intelligence and his strength, but he was too arrogant to consider the boy worthy of fighting against him.

Helial was nothing special!

The true legend of Orma was Pseudonym, as his fame showed.

Helial was incredible, but just that.

Pseudonym was the real legend!

Helial grinned and, grasping the air around his, his hands exploded into a halo of white flames.

All around him, the world shone, filled with strange translucent symbols in mid-air.

Skill Activated

Achilles's Throw

Lv: 19

Degree of Knowledge: Distant Memory of the Ancestor

Radius: 3000 meters

Damage: 80.000-150.000

Cost: 90.000 Spiritual Energy

Casting time: 0,2 Sec

Efficiency: 99.9%

Exp: 52%

Skill Activated

Metamorphosis

Lv: 2

Rank: Master

Metamorphosis allows you to temporarily merge your knowledge of a Mana path to allow you to reach their maximum expression in your body.

It has the Devil Class attribute, belonging to Destruction.

Exp: 0%

Skill Activated

Runic Condensation

Skill Activated

Runic Framework

The spear of Energy generated in Helial's hands travelled at full speed through space towards Pseudonym. In its path, it had crossed three Runic Frameworks, exponentially increasing its destructive power. The spear now looked like a scarlet bolt, ready to devour its enemy.

The power behind Helial's launch was much greater than anyone could have imagined. Having fully activated Runic Condensation and Metamorphosis, his body was now under incredible destructive stress. Still, the energy at his disposal had increased tenfold and had become much more violent.

Probably even a Fourth Phase Warrior would have died with such an attack.

Pseudonym glove moved his black gauntlet slowly in front of him, clenching his fingers.

The space immediately before him collapsed because of the enormous power of the warrior and the spear, which seemed capable of piercing the heart of a divinity, was broken in two like a toothpick.

Without any surprise on his face, Helial began to form innumerable Seals with his hands. It all seemed to follow his calculations and his predictions.

"That's all?" asked Pseudonym, clapping his hands together to clean them.

Clang Clang

The noise seemed to be making fun of Helial directly.

"Once, an opponent of mine told me that reminding those who are weaker that beyond a sky there is always another one is not arrogance, but a sign of benevolence," laughed Pseudonym.

Helial's body began to show several cracks on the skin as blood dripped from his facial orifices.

Life and Destruction began to intertwine within his body, continually destroying and regenerating his Meridians. The torture he was experiencing would have knocked anyone out, even an Immortal.

The crazy look of the young Human still seemed crystal clear, though.

"I just wanted to make sure you were able to withstand such an attack," said Helial, as Curse of the Demon appeared in his hands.

"First you have to get here, you know?"

Before Pseudonym's words could finish coming out of his throat, a sea of white flames broke away from Helial's body, forming fiery clouds everywhere.

Raising an eyebrow, the legend of Orma did not seem concerned, but troubled. "By dispersing the power of your flame so much, do you think you can compete with me after coming up here?"

Helial jumped into the air and put his foot on a cloud of flames.

However, just when Pseudonym expected the boy to fall on the grass, Helial kicked the cloud of fire and hurled himself ten meters into the air, dissolving it.

Jumping from one cloud of fire to the other, Helial was like a Qilin dominating the sky.