Reginn’s vision turned a total grey, highlighted by the raging blue of the demonic creatures’ mana flow. To the hero’s eyes, it was as if time had completely stopped. As magical creatures, demons were beings composed of mostly mana, and as such, had greater mana capacity and control.

“⌈Primordial Song: Temple Cleansing Ritual⌋”

His vision returned to normal, a side effect of focusing on such a powerful spell. His speed of thought returned to normal as he continued to walk the streets of Cadra, its beautiful atmosphere tainted by the stench of demons.

“Eeeek?!”

The sound of a human woman’s scream activated the instincts of the bystanders as she looked at the body of the demon kind, their heart replaced by a heavy metal ball. His blood was violently streaked across the street as if his organs exploded.

Gong.

The sound of the temple bell, though no temples could be found for a thousand paces.

“W-what’s going on?!” shouted Sivrit.

Gong, Gong.

A demon in the crowd, who looked no different than a human, fell to her knees, her shapeshifting undone before the crowd. A similar metal ball was found where her heart should be, seemingly expanding out of the blood within her heart.

This was the final straw for the people, and chaos broke out as all citizens began to evacuate.

Gong, Gong, Gong.

However, their efforts would be futile as all demons who heard the primordial song would share the same fate. This was a spell taught to the child of blood by the Goddess, to cleanse any area of hidden demons.

“Come on, we should get out of here.” calmly said Reginn.

“Y-yeah.” replied Ayn.

For now, it’d be inconvenient for his good deed to be exposed so soon, for he did not need the humans to fear him. Seeing how humans were, weak and feeble-minded creatures, he needn’t see them as equals, but as a colony to be protected and kept in line.

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Sivrit quickly led the other two to the closest church, a location with various protection seals against spells. Reginn knew that these seals would do nothing to stop the ritual, but followed nonetheless.

He saw the panicked masses within the church, loud murmurs and sobs filling the room. The three positioned themselves against the wall, Reginn silently observing the humans. He was curious to see how the humans would react.

At first, the one who seemed like the priest was the first to realize who was targeted by the spell, apparent by the bodies of its victims. As expected, he separated the humans from the demons, but to Reginn’s surprise, the priest began trying every single cleansing spell found in his book, believing it to be an evil curse.

“⌈Holy Light⌋! ⌈Spirit Expulsion⌋! ⌈Spirit Healing⌋!” shouted the man in a firm tone.

Of course, the spell was an elaborate timebomb and not a curse, striking fear and panic into demonic hearts, and when the priest realized the truth, he instead focused on comforting the soon-to-be deceased, holding their hands and hugging them.

He was but a frail old man, but he showed compassion to demons Reginn never expected. Was he being manipulated by them? Was he a demon himself? But upon further inspection, the hero realized that he was indeed just an unremarkable human, with no talent, low mana capacity and a weak constitution.

Sivrit stood up from the crowd and approached the priest. She knew that the old man was not able to cast spells above tier 7 due to his old age, and began casting cleansing spells herself.

“⌈Divine Light⌋! ⌈Holy Cleansing⌋! ⌈Holy Healing⌋! ⌈Defense Maker⌋!”

Ayn followed suit and left Reginn alone amongst the crowd. He hoped that his talent would at least comfort the citizens.

As a physical talent holder, he did not need to cast any spells, but simply expand his aura and direct it in any direction he desired. Everyone in his surroundings watched as he began ⌈The Call⌋.

“D-don’t worry, everyone!”

His voice was soft and fragile but still inspired confidence in the crowd, and many magic users began to emerge. The demons’ defence and luck status were significantly increased, almost tripling in value. Even so, Reginn knew that such boosts were meaningless against an instant-kill spell.

“...I really wanted to stay undercover, but I suppose you leave me no choice.” began the man with a sigh.

A bespectacled gentleman seemingly emerged from thin air amongst the crowd, a finely dressed businessman adjusting his tie. Then at the snap of of his fingers, the sound of the wicked temple bell ceased, leaving only silence behind.

“...Well then.”

Reginn was shocked to see that someone was able to stop his divine spell, but after a closer look, realized that the stranger was one of his siblings, Elem, the child of the forest.

The gentleman then glanced at the hero, a familiar knowing look, filled with neither judgment of praise. The door was left open behind him, as if inviting his brother to follow him. Of course, he couldn’t choose otherwise. Murmurs began again after Reginn exited the building. Talks of the incident, the stranger and of demons.

“Reginn! Where are you going?” asked Ayn, while Sivrit was busy tending to the demons.

“I’ll be back soon, but don’t wait for me.”

The hero closed the door behind him, not catching Sivrit’s eyes following him. She was suspicious of Reginn but refused to believe that a hero would do such a thing within the kingdom. Sivrit justified it herself by assuring that a demon lord may have been involved, though she couldn’t explain why they would target the demons…