In the aftermath of the war between devils and magicians, the kingdom lay in ruins. The king found himself face-to-face with the strongest devil, Lilith. Amused by the king's defiance, Lilith taunted him, urging him to strike again. But the king, knowing that one more swing of his sword would seal his fate, remained resolute. He was only thankful that his nephew, Prince Julian, had escaped. With a final, desperate swing, the king struck Lilith, and the king crumbled to ash. Ace watched Quill cooking dinner, mesmerized by her beauty. He found himself staring at her for so long that Quill noticed. Ace quickly averted his gaze, but Quill couldn't help but feel that something had been happening with him over the past few weeks. Out of curiosity
Quill ask Ace what's is problem
but Aces just said nothing
One quiet night, as they slept soundly, unaware of the presence watching them, the Shadow Spear hovered nearby. It whispered through the still air, calling out to its counterpart, the Shadow Knight.
"Come out," the spear urged, its voice a dark, resonant hum. "Together, we can reclaim the power that is rightfully ours."
But the Shadow Knight remained silent for a long moment, its form still entwined within the host. Then, in a voice filled with resolve, it answered.
"I won't."
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The spear's energy flared with confusion and anger. "Why?" it demanded. The Shadow Knight hesitated, then spoke with uncharacteristic gentleness. "Because... I like my host. They’ve shown me something I never knew before
The Shadow Spear, realizing it had no other choice, withdrew into the void, leaving the Shadow Knight and its host in peace—for now.
As dawn broke, Ace awoke to a throbbing pain in his head. This was no ordinary headache—it felt as though his mind was being torn apart by a force beyond comprehension. In the haze of his agony, he saw visions: a titanic battle between gods and devils, their powers clashing with earth-shattering force. The heavens burned, and the ground trembled beneath their fury. The echoes of the conflict left him breathless, his heart pounding as the visions began to fade. Far away, Prince Julian’s journey led him to a remote and forgotten land. Hidden within a misty valley, he stumbled upon an ancient castle. Its towering, crumbling walls loomed over the desolate landscape, casting eerie shadows. No signs of life stirred within or around the castle—no flickering lights, no voices, no movement.
Yet the stillness was far from peaceful. An unseen presence seemed to watch his every step as Julian approached the castle gates, his hand instinctively tightening around the hilt of his sword. The castle stood like a sentinel of forgotten time, waiting for a visitor—or a reckoning. Prince Julian ventured into the heart of the castle, where he discovered a dark crown resting on an ornate pedestal. Sensing the crown's immense aura, he hesitated for only a moment before deciding to put it on, determined to wield its power to save his kingdom. But to his shock, nothing happened on top that the crown disappeared after prince Julian wore it. Meanwhile, as the kingdom lay in ruins, Randy and his subjects began to notice a sinister transformation in him—he was becoming more like a devil with each passing day.