The cold winds blew harshly against my hair as I flew at altitudes I had never reached before. The clouds parted like a pulled zipper, revealing the hazy colorful aurora of lights behind the pink moon Nerja. Sadly I didn't have time to admire the view, my father took off for our home with Urila in tow, leaving myself and Lita behind in the city.

After waiting about half a day, I snuck out of the Inn under the cover of night, while hoping that come morning, Lita would take the note I left her in stride.

Who am I kidding?

Knowing her temperament, she would almost certainly follow on horseback herself. My note had been casual, letting her know that I had used a skill I had recently acquired to quickly arrive at my father's destination. Besides, even if she decided to follow suit, by the time she arrived, everything should have already been dealt with. Best case, I would be back home before anyone even knew I was gone.

I checked my mana pool.

Name: Tene Renhart

Age: 9

Race: Human

Class: Fallen Angel of Time and Space(Lv 10/100) - Keys(x2)

Stats(5sp available): Strength - 300 - > 3000

Mana - 9500/10000 -> 99500/100000 -> 59500/100000

Agility - 250 -> 2500

Intelligence - 750 -> 7500

Charisma - 2020 -> 20200

Endurance - 30 -> 300

I used up about 40000 mana to fly for roughly five hours in my transformed state, which came down to about 8000 mana per hour. Yes, the mana consumption had been vastly increased compared to before, I assumed it was due to the power-up of my class skills. however, since I regenerated around 300 mana per hour, I really only used up 7700 mana per hour instead. Basically, I could nearly always maintain this state of transformation now, perhaps with better equipment or further increased stat levels, I would indefinitely be able to maintain the state.

My max flying speed was also two times faster than my previous speed, meaning not only had the mana requirements for maintaining the form reduced, but the form in itself had become far more powerful.

Supreme Wings of Space/Time[Ex] - Lv(10/100) -> (Return as the incarnation of Pride and cruelty, wielding the essence of the void. Those who wronged you shall be erased, and those who think themselves above you shall kneel.)

Sovereigns Rule [1st] - Lv (5/10) -> (All stats become x10 stronger)(All space/time techniques are amplified x2)

Sovereigns Rule [2nd] - Lv (5/10) -> (hold complete control over your wings to soar above your foes, distorting space to pierce through the skies and show them just how feeble their resistance is -100% physical and magical attack negation)(Skill - Transparent Void )

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If my estimations were correct, I was moving at nearly five times the speed we moved at on our Udines. I had long since flown over the Iceman Road and the familiar landscape of mountainous ice began to enter my vision.

I had yet to see my father or Urila, meaning they either hadnt used the udines to travel or they had taken yet another shortcut which was impossible.

Although I also could have just missed them. I made particular attention to watch for them on their less obscure udines. I should have surpassed them around Iceman Road after all.

Strange, the remains of the village should have been around here.

I had expected to see destroyed houses, and wasted farmlands silently covered by the snow with nobody to maintain the village. Instead, there was nothing. Just snow piling up like the rest of the region as if the town had never existed at all.

So, this is what Father meant when he said there was nothing remaining. A being capable of erasing the existence of something itself? Not just its presence, but its history, its legacy. I felt anger stir within my chest–Disgusting.

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After flying for the remaining perhaps an hour, the familiar view of the mansion began to unveil itself before me, quickly changing from a small dot in the snow to a majestic stone mansion perched between a seamlessly never-ending row of mountains on either side.

Huh!?

Looking down from the clouds, I caught sight of my father and Urila, doing battle with what appeared to be an endless amount of ‘black’ misshapen creatures. To be more specific, Urila was doing battle, while my father stood behind him, his gaze on the shadowed being floating gently in the midst of them.

It was the first time I truly saw Urila in the midst of battle. The ground around them was nothing but a quagmire of black mist and oozing liquid. As black creatures holding weapons of darkness stampeded in vast numbers forward to attack him, with a simple snap of his fingers, hundreds of creatures turned into charred flesh, with pillars of fire erupting from the ground.

Other black creatures cast attack spells ranging from fireballs the size of small houses to ice spears thicker than tree trunks. Yet as soon as they made contact with him, they disintegrated around a transparent barrier that surrounded him, turning into a hazy mist and entering his body.

A mana absorption skill? I would reattempt to analyze him if only he wouldn't instantly be made aware of it.

Could I handle so many at my current level? I clenched my fist, determined to go down and ‘test’ my newfound abilities.

However, just as I was about to make my move, the creature shrouded in darkness began to change, its once hazy form taking shape as the shadows seemed to coalesce into a singular form. Then, the hordes of black creatures, like a vacuum in space, began to get sucked into his body. Slowly, his transparent form began to gain more and more material weight, the shape of a cloaked figure, with two goat horns exiting its hood holding a serpentine-shaped staff appearing.

Analyse

Name: Shard of Vanity - Malgoth

Age: ???

Race: Demon

Class: Soul Devourer(Lv 96)

The demon race? There were few texts left in relation to the demon race. The only thing mentioned about them was that they were vile and evil, a threat to humanity that had to be purged. And they were. The only time Aldara and the neighboring rival empire rek’sai had ever worked together to remove a threat. Their leader was killed and the country was destroyed, it was said that a few survivors escaped to another continent. The name ‘Demon’ was completely purged from most history books. The only way I even knew of the name was through Lizette.

I need to get closer. Even though my hearing, like all my other senses, had improved, I needed to get closer to make out what they were saying. I could see both my father's and the hooded figure's lips moving.

Silently shifting through the clouds, I gradually dropped my altitude, descending a couple of hundred meters until I reached a range where I could just about make out what was being said.

“Forget so do you accept, Samel? With your void ability, I’l– we will become the most powerful of the thirteen shards.” A Raspy, untuned voice came out from beneath the hood. He was offering my father some sort of deal? He sounded–stupid.

“So let me get this straight, you massacred an entire city, enslaved the souls of its people, and destroyed its lineage… in order to resurrect your god of darkness?” My father's tone was steady, but I could tell he was deeply upset. So this Malgoth wanted to resurrect some god? I couldn't help but smile. The gods I knew of were lazy and carefree but with a name like ‘god of darkness’ who exactly was he trying to fool?

“The souls were a necessary sacrifice. Their energy gives me the sentience to converse with you Samel.”

“Also, I'm not going to resurrect the god of darkness–I AM THE GOD OF DARKNESS. The other twelve are inferior, wastes that dragged me from the height of my greatness. With your power, ill bend the remaining twelve to my will.”

The more I listen to this Malgoth, the more disappointed I became with Demonkind, though using a small sample to reflect an entire race wasn't exactly something I liked doing. It was the very first demon that I had met, the impact was difficult to control.

“...And what of the two that were at this mansion before?” My father asked.

“Two?”

Wonderful. He had no information in regard to my mother or Lizette. They could very well both still be fine.

“I see. Well, my answer is simple. I refuse. The fact that thirteen of you monsters are roaming free makes bile rise from my throat.”

“I'll exterminate you where you stand. then, ill hunt each one of you ‘shards’, to the ends of the earth if I must and destroy them–for all those lives lost, it's the least I can do.” There my father goes again. Playing the hero.

“You would defy a god mortal?!!” Malgoth or whatever his name was seemed genuinely surprised that my father would reject his proposal.

“You–are no god.”

“I'll pluck out your soul and force you to submission!”

Realizing it was never going to make my father submit through words alone, Malgoth waved its staff, and at its movement, the ground below my father split in two, revealing a bottomless cavern.

With just the movement of its staff, it had split the earth. But just as quickly as the ground had split, both my father and Urila had disappeared.

“Urila, locate ‘Them’. I'll handle this creature”

“Hm”

My father's voice came from behind the hooded creature, in his hand he held an osidian long spear with a lion engraving on the hilt.

analysis.

Item Name: Longinus Spear

Rank: Mythic

Mana: 50000/50000

Can only be wielded by descendants of Longinus.

The spear wielded by the first king of the abyss, being passed down through the generations has only amplified its power over space.

Interestingly, it was a mythic-grade spear, the highest recorded as achievable through human crafters. Longinus? King of the Abyss? Piecing the rather simple puzzle together, I began to make sense of my father's, no, my lineage. I would need to look further into this later.

I continued watching from above, I didn't plan to get involved unless absolutely necessary. If my father defeats that creature, and my mother and Lizette turn out fine, ill return back to the city. I'll beg Lita not to let my father know I left and say I never truly left the city but changed my mind last second. With my top speed, I could get to the city in three hours, maybe less.

!!

My father stabbed the spear into empty space, hitting nothing.

“Aaaahhhh” Grasping his side, black blood began dripping from the creature's abdomen. My father's spear…had somehow traveled from where he stood and pierced the creature's side, inflicting an injury.

Incredible. So the spear can travel through space?

I carefully watched the battle that ensued. My father was strong, there was no doubt about it. Every attack the creature seemed to propel forward was effortlessly deflected from my father, either dissipating into one of the rifts through space he could create or missing him altogether as he easily lept through space. It was my void skill perfected, each cast of the skill was short and used briefly. Each of his movements through space was gathered and predicted, ensuring a good vantage point against Malgoth.

His spear began to show it's true might the longer the battle dragged on, causing damage to the creature without even having to touch it. I was sure it also had other effects too, like amplifying my father's void abilities.

Yet, Malgoth didn't flinch again since the beginning.