Sadarkelisa felt threatened by this incomprehensible situation.
All Great Demons, like the celestial gods, have their own domains. Just as Mumto has ‘d*ath,’ Tyban has ‘Destruction,’ and Urcasia has ‘Plague,’ Sadarkelisa is in charge of ‘Madness.’
Therefore, her presence carries the curse of madness. From the synergy of her petrifying gaze and the aura of madness, to the immense magic power that could freeze time itself if fully restored.
Thus, mere mortals—even those who have attained divinity and bloomed as quasi-gods—cannot resist her madness. However.
[Why?]
Fernandez was still staring at Sadarkelisa with cold eyes. A gaze so sharp and devoid of confusion or even a hint of madness was invading her mind. Moreover.
-Ting.
That sound. The clear sound of a harp that echoed every time she tried to assert her presence was dismantling her madness. Erasing her presence, trampling over her domain.
Impossible. Even if he possesses divinity, his level is insufficient. Level is something that accumulates in the soul through experience and time. How could a mere mortal, barely twenty years old, even considering his past life, not even a hundred years, surpass her level, her madness, which has bloomed over two thousand years in the hellish magic?
[Your domain… Ah, I see! You sacrificed your other possibilities just to oppose Sadarkelisa!]
A sudden realization flashed through her mind. Just like the celestial gods, just like the Great Demons of hell. Once one begins to accumulate divinity, they naturally develop their own unique domain.
The unique divinity that this mortal chose solely to resist Sadarkelisa’s madness is…
[Reason!]
Sadarkelisa let out a furious scream.
*
While Sadarkelisa was throwing a tantrum, Fernandez quickly assessed the situation.
‘Increase the output.’
-We need to consider overloading. This is the best we can do.
‘Best isn’t enough. Overloading? Is there anything in our lives that isn’t already overloaded?’
-You’re really trying to give up being human. I don’t like it.
Faijashi grumbled and waved his hand. Soon, one of the rune glyphs on Fernandez’s back burned away. A terrible pain shook his head. But his cold, calculated reason remained focused solely on the goal.
-Crackle!
Like gears meshing together, the rune glyph tattoos twisted. Simultaneously, blue lightning sparked from his legs.
-Sleipnir, ready.
‘Think of it as an adaptation process. Let’s go.’
-Tat.
Diemonica’s body ensures the maximum performance a human body can achieve. But there are limits, inherent limits. A body flowing with divinity cannot be imbued with magic.
This is a growth limit that exists for all mortals. A cleric cannot move like a swordsman who has reached the pinnacle. A cleric cannot become a great mage. This was the penalty Fernandez accepted when he chose to become Diemonica.
But, that limit is inherent to the ‘human body.’ And a mage must always know how to play with the world’s limitations. Fernandez lightly rolled his foot.
Sleipnir. Botan’s warhorse. An eight-legged horse that runs on the wind. The rune glyph representing it burned brightly—
-Crackle!
Electricity sparked from his legs, and Fernandez’s body shot forward like a thunderbolt. Even Kirhas couldn’t keep up with the afterimage of his speed!
-Thud thud thud!
The sound of hooves pounding the ground traveled up Sadarkelisa’s body. Fernandez, in a speed beyond perception, stepped instinctively, one step after another.
-Swish.
The sword in his hand made a cold sound. The resistance of the wind made his body feel like it was being pummeled by a troll. Further acceleration would be dangerous. Fernandez quickly twisted his body, bouncing away to dodge Sadarkelisa’s attack.
[You’ve gained divinity, and even… taken on Asir’s body!]
“Your guess is late.”
Fernandez smirked and twisted his waist in mid-air. A powerful strike, fully charged with speed, deeply cut through Sadarkelisa’s arm.
-Crash!
bl**d splattered, and steel-like scales shattered and scattered. Sadarkelisa screamed and pulled her arm back. As she turned to launch another attack, Fernandez was already gone.
[You fly-like b*stard!]
Sadarkelisa raised her head high, quickly scanning the top of Yggdrasil. Among the burning branches, Fernandez stood tall, glaring at her.
[Freeze! Collapse!]
Her spell, capable of freezing even time if she exerted her full power, began to focus on a single target. A giant, burning eye locked onto Fernandez, and soon, her eyes completed the incantation.
‘Release Sleipnir. Assist the calculation!’
-Spell to Gleipnir, ready.
