Deylor packed his food supplies and equipment before he brushed the dust of his black rags and set his path west.

The journey was uneventful and tiring however such things were a commodity in the fallen realm. Deylor met eyes with several black abominations however he warded them off with a wave a flames.

Minutes of walking soon merged into hours. And hours merged into days. Deylor rested on a rock as he checked his now emptied food supplies.

'Guess its time to go hunting.' Deylor groaned in exhaustion.

Several dust storms of the slowly breaking-apart realm could be seen as Deylor traversed the landscape looking for something barely edible.

'Found you.'

Deylor set his eyes on a black wolf creature which had 6 eyes. Deylor pointed his finger at its head. The sound of an entity dropping to the floor lightly resounded. Deylor walked up anxiously in fear that his light piercer had failed. Fortunately it had not.

"Well that was simp-."

Boom.

A large silhouette crashed into Deylor.

Deylor was sent flying backwards, Deylor managed to stick his two feet into the ground after an awkward flip yet he was still sent back another 20 meters.

Deylor looked at the entity that had just crashed into him in surprise.

It was the same entity that had pummeled the silver-haired man on the first night in the fallen realm. Or at least of the same breed.

Deylor could only blink before the silhouette engulfed his view and fists raised. From nothing but primal instincts, Deylor created a wall of flames in front of him however the flames were soon disrupted as a fist drilled its way through them before making its way to Deylors face.

Deylor felt himself flying back before he landed on the ground in a roll.

Deylor felt blood in his mouth but that was all he could do before the black silhouette returned.

Deylor swiftly formed spikes from his materialized flames and had them collide with the black golem like figure however they combusted upon contact. Deylor used his last trick as he boosted himself back with a blast of flames and pointed his finger.

In an instance, a small circular hole formed in the black golem however Deylor felt his energy reserves plummet,

The hole was soon engulfed in black before the golems figure returned to its prior state, in mere seconds.

Deylor cursed as he dodged a strike from his left.

This wasn't going good.

The battle was no dance or clash of swords, it was merely brute attacks and awkward dodges.

Deylor dodged the second fist which arrived on his left before he used his opening. Releasing flames from his right Deylor blurred to the giants chest and released his full powered right hook.

Boom.

The giant was sent back.

Two steps.

Deylor cursed inwardly again before he took an upwards swing to his chest. Deylor could only try to catch the swing however he was still catapulted back.

Deylor was on burning time as he felt his energy reserves slowly decrease with every second. In a burst of desperation, black flames released from Deylors legs as he boosted himself towards the black golem. Deylor released everything he had in a right kick.

The kick sent the giant back and released a star of twisting flames from its impact, the giant had received major damage from the attack.

But not enough.

The giant quickly recovered but before he could charge forward he fell down.

The giant was confused as gradually felt its vision meet the ground.

And then the black door of death.

Deylor himself was just as shocked when the giants legs oddly disappeared but he wasn't complaining. He swiftly burnt the black giant from the inside and lugged the wolf back for a hot broth.

The usual crunching and slow steps of the black titan rumbled in the background but Deylor was already fine.

He had a plan after-all.

He could definitely not defeat the black tyrant as himself saw it stomp on foes far stronger than he himself. Thus, he picked a strong opponent for the tyrant, this being the giants of the west and set sail.

This way, Deylor could eliminate two potential foes. Who knew, maybe the giants disliked demons considering the fact that they were painted fighting them in the tapestries.

Deylor fell asleep among the rumbles and we he woke, a new day had began.

Deylor traversed several miles, through droughted fields and withered forests before he saw a forest of trees that surpassed the clouds.

Deylor passed through a good half of the forest. He saw numerous birds gliding through the sky and forest fruits on the ground. There were a few animals however they all run right past Deylor.

Deylor passed through the second half of the forest until the smell of smoke reached his nose.

Deylor squinted his eyes as they began to water and looked through a gap in the forest. Deylor could not see much so he passed through a bush to see.

Flames.

Beastly flames consumed the forest and had already taken over half. Deylor tried to take over some however half the forest was burning and he needed to maintain a good amount of energy. Deylor held back a cough in his throat as he travelled down to rest inside a log.

Deylor slowly rested his legs until a tremor outside alerted him.

Deylor popped his head out of a small gap in his log to see a flaming calamity.

Covered in flames, two horns stuck out at the top.

The orange flames whirled out its body and snapped back in several times. The calamity demon left behind a trail of flames in its trail. The demon suddenly stopped as it looked to the right.

Deylors heart froze.

The demon shot out a whip of flames.

Deylor closed his eyes.

Boom.

The log was split in half however it was merely empty and soon burned to dust.

Deylor opened his eyes as the sound of flames cracking and spreading reached his eyes.

The demon had passed long ago and Deylor was now safe.

Deylor left the log and left the forest in a hurry.

After a sleepless night of treading Deylor set his camp at the border just outside the burning forest.

As he was going to sleep Deylor had a thought.

"If it's like this... Won't those two meet?"

Those two being the flame demon and the Tyrant, his question was soon answered.