The Author's POV

The world was shrouded in melancholy as ashy gray clouds filled the sky.

WIIIIIING!

A dazzling light burst forth in the middle of the vacant space and quickly spread everywhere. The gloomy clouds then parted under a terrible pressure that stretched toward the entire world.

A human figure with distinct facial characteristics was visible within the illumination. The air vibrated as a result of the pressure the figure was emitting.

Whoever the figure was, they were an absolute master.

Soon enough the brightness diminished and the human form within the brilliant light became more and more distinct. A black-clad male with two crimson-colored eyes finally emerged in the air as the light dimmed completely.

Taking a step back, the crimson-eyed figure looked towards the horizon with an uncharacteristically serious expression.

Riiip—!

It was then that a hand suddenly stretched out of thin air, grasping the sky, and tearing it apart as though it was tangible.

White hair, red-blood eyes, and fair skin...

Out of the darkness came a figure that appeared human. He appeared to be rather ordinary, but only someone with strength approaching the boundaries of the human limit could realize what a miserable existence he actually led. The power hidden in this weak looking body could wipe out the planet with a single wave of his palm. It was horrible.

Devastation was what the white-haired figure saw as he floated in the sky and cast a detached gaze downward. A world now on the point of extinction.

A smile formed on his face.

Then, lowering his head and staring at the crimson-eyed male below him, the white-haired individual's eyes rippled slightly.

The crimson-colored eyed male, Kevin, stared back, and silence enveloped the world.

While neither of the two figures spoke, a great deal of energy erupted from their respective bodies before they silently collided.

Everything below them crumbled as a powerful wave from their collision fanned out.

Finally, after an unknown period of time, Kevin opened his mouth.

"Jezebeth."

His soft voice traveled through every corner of the world. Yet, deep-seated hatred could be felt in his voice as he spoke.

Staring at Kevin below, Jezebeth closed his eyes slightly before the smile on his face deepened ever so slightly.

"How have you been? It's been a while since we've last seen each other."

"..."

Kevin didn't say anything in response; instead, the red hue surrounding his body became more intense.

The sword in his hand glowed in a majestic color and the world around him shook fiercely.

In spite of that, Jezebeth showed no change in his expression. Rather, he seemed even more relaxed as he watched Kevin glare in his direction.

"...You should already know by now that your efforts are futile, right?"

His words echoed throughout the globe.

Kevin's expression sank.

do you not have the strength to beat me, but you very well know what consequences my defeat will lead to, don't

gently floated toward the

to predict or find out until it was too late. By the time

landed on

his

watch him from

it possible for the records to have not detected my presence when they are supposed to be so powerful? ...Well, the answer is rather simple. The records aren't exactly a sentient being, rather, they are a primal source code of the universe that has basic cognitive abilities. Almost like an infant. It will only act when it finds its existence is

Jezebeth chuckled a little.

that existence is none other

Jezebeth's body as he extended both of his

his sword on the ground and held his ground as a gust of powerful wings swept past his body, sending his hair and clothes

long as it soon

to finding the

Jezebeth met Kevin's eyes.

play. Desperate to stop me from reaching them, the records created you. Everything that happened to you in

"Stop talking."

clenched his teeth and glared at

he never once moved to fight Jezebeth. It wasn't that he couldn't, it was that

a funny coincidence?

Jezebeth suddenly asked.

Kevin didn't respond.

From our red eyes, our past, which is shockingly similar...with both our parents dying from a very young age,

but it wasn't as if Jezebeth could read his thoughts. And even if he could, he would've

next words thunderously burst inside Kevin's

You were created by the records, and modeled after me. From your past to your unique features...you were modeled by the records to resemble me because you were created for the

slightly as he

swear I could remember you having white hair in the

of

off in an

"Oh?"

Kevin,

there something you are hiding

in a

step back when he saw Jezebeth nearing

'Ah.'

opened wide when he realized what he had

was too late. Jezebeth noticed his

"But I can tell..."

He inched even closer.

why, but for some reason, I know that you

head tilted a

really want

are you refusing

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rang inside Kevin's head and his

I refusing to kill

a cold light. Then, focusing his attention on

your death will destroy

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Embarrassment.

how one would describe how Azeroth felt in the