Then everything shook.

A great shock wave emerged from where Gilgamesh had punched everything in the air, the earth was split and destroyed, the trees uprooted and blown away the very air continued to crack, even the magical powers released by the devils was destroyed and the wave of shock continued to advance destroying everything in its path.

When the dust settled it was possible to see that the shock wave swept through everything and continued towards the horizon, before the great and beautiful forest was reduced to a great amount of rubble.

Less than half of the devils were able to survive the attack.

"What was that?" shouts Creuserey indignantly as he rises from the rubble along with Shalba and Katerea.

The three had their eyes wide open to see such destruction.

"Something beyond your comprehension, being minor," says Gilgamesh, irritating Creuserey and the descendants.

Tired of playing, Gilgamesh raises his hand and summons the power of his Longinus [Zenith Tempest].

Everything I did felt as natural as breathing; Zenith Tempest answered all my calls with a simple thought; elements more varied than lightning, ice and wind were increasing my attacks. Fire erupted from my fist as I pounded; the earth has increased my attacks to get heavier and harder when I come in contact. I wasn't calling out anything specific, just pushing my Sacred Gear farther and farther as I tore at the devils.

My sacred gear, the second Longinus, [Zenith Tempest], answered all my calls without hesitation, without problems. The elements themselves, the weather sources that decorate this Earth, emerged and danced around my body, protecting my body and retaliating in my place.

Lightning danced along my arms, and legs. The wind picked up around me, gradually solidifying into miniature scythes of energy. My breath came out in an icy mist as the temperature inside the barrier dropped several degrees. My body strengthened with the earth element, increasing my body's defense and brute strength. The fire shared space with lightning along the in my arms.

Storm clouds appeared above me as it rained a multitude of rays on the devils, the moisture in the air concentrated and formed gigantic water waves that swallowed and washed everything in its path, tornadoes of wind and fire appeared as I swung my arms destroying everything in its path, the earth emerged in gigantic pillars that pierced everything next to it, great hailstorms began to occur as it molded into the firm of dozens of spears that pierced everything, magma emerged from the earth as it turned to lava and melted everything it touched.

I saw the devils summon barriers only to be broken by the power of my Longinus.

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But that wasn't enough, I continued to pull more and more power from my Longinus.

She was like a big storm that inhabits my body, due to her powers coming from nature I had an almost unlimited source of energy, it all depended on how much my body was able to suck and use this power, luckily for me I was a demigod, something with a body much more powerful than a human, and besides that I had been training for several years, strengthening my body to the maximum.

"Come on, more, I need more" I think as I try to use more and more power from my Longinus.

"As you wish, my master."

My eyes widened at her voice, not recognizing her. Was there someone in my head? Was there someone out there reading my thoughts right now? … Could it be… Zenith Tempest?

"Finally, you heard my voice, after all these years… Understand, the power that is rightfully yours. Show these rookie devils not to play with the Stormmaster…"

Suddenly, everything happened at once. The air around Shalba and I erupted; the wind turned violent and ripped everything to shreds; the earth itself shook and cracked, the pillars rose from the ground and began to shake with barely contained energy; the barrier above us shattered, revealing the thunderous, glittering skies, scorching the ground with occasional lightning; the air itself became humid to the point where the water became visible.

Wind and ice; fire and earth; wind and lightning; fire and Ice; rays and water; etc. Every elemental combination I could think of increased my attacks.

The earth compacted around the hilt, followed by ice, then lit up with a pale blue flame, flickered with lightning, and a gust of wind swirled around it.

With every move I made, the area around us reacted violently; spiers of earth erupted from the ground, changing the landscape. Fire fell from the sky and hit the ground; the sheets of ice began to wrap around the floor around us, opening and closing with every step we took. The windstorms tore through the earth, ripping debris from the ground with every move I made. Droplets of water hung in the air as if time had stopped with a storm and burst outward with every attack I unleashed. That was all I could muster with Zenith Tempest, changing and changing the natural order of the surrounding area in an attempt to dominate

"You have great potential Young master"

"Are you the consciousness of [Zenith Tempest]?" I asked.

"Exactly, you have a lot of potential, especially when you reach your Balance Breaker, you will probably be my strongest host"

"Serious? I'm happy then, [Zenith Tempest] or can I call you another way?" I ask, after all this name seems more like a title.

"Okay, you can call me Arashi, it means 'Storm' in your mother's native language," said the now-named Arashi.

"I see, I'm happy about that Arashi," I say.

"Don't worry you will become my strongest host, especially when you reach Balance Breaker, after all this is the first time my bearer is a Demigod," says Arashi with a tone of pride.

"I see, I look forward to your help with this," I say with a smile.

"And You will, but now you need to focus on the battle," says Arashi.

I turn my gaze to the battlefield and stop releasing my power.

It was totally destroyed, dozens of dead devil bodies on the ground while it all looked like one of those natural disaster movies.

It was all a huge catastrophe.

Looking more precisely, I see that Shalba, Katerea and Creuserey are alive but very much injured.

Shalba has the left part of his body badly burned and also some splinters of ice stuck to his body.

Katerea is the least injured as she only has a few burns.

Creuserey is the most wounded, as it seems he threw himself to protect Katerea, his body is almost completely burned, his whole body oozes large amounts of blood and wounds.

I look at them with disdain.

"So is this what the descendants of the Devil Kings Asmodeus, Beelzebub and Leviathan can do? Pathetic," I say.