The Author's POV

"Are my words bringing back memories to you?"

It was Jezebeth's words that coaxed Kevin out of his thoughts and back into the present. When he raised his head, he looked directly into Jezebeth's eyes.

"How much do you know?"

Kevin asked, his eyes losing focus every so slightly.

"Not much."

Jezebeth replied, walking around the patch of grass he was on.

"My recollections are rather disorganized. Only fragments of the past remain in my memory. Many times, I recall beating you. I recall the various methods I used to defeat you...but I do not recall the exact events that transpired."

Jezebeth's feet came to a sudden pause, and his head turned.

"...Of course, this is due to the fact that I have not yet amassed every fragment. Once I've collected each and every one of them, I'll naturally remember everything."

"I see..."

Kevin blankly stared at Jezebeth and slowly closed his eyes. No one knew what was on his mind at the moment.

Slowly, he opened his eyes and stared directly at Jezebeth.

"...So the reason why you called for me is just for this?"

"No, no, no."

Jezebeth waved his hands in the air.

Even though his actions were a little over the top, Kevin felt uneasy around him.

Jezebeth exuded an air of calm and self-assurance, which gave the impression that he had everything under control at all times...and Kevin's countless regressions had proven that this was the case the majority of the time.

Of course, things were different this time.

Jezebeth continued.

"Not really the reason I called you here. I've just been wondering. If the records are your enemy, why don't you just work with me? ... Why don't you just allow me to consume the earth and access the records? I can put an end to them for you. If that is your objective."

Kevin merely smiled at Jezebeth before lowering his head and murmuring.

"...You wouldn't understand."

"What wouldn't I understand?"

Jezebeth asked, the smile on his face fading.

I can tell, your objective is the records. The same applies to me. If we work together, we will easily be able to get to the records. Once we reach them, I will assist you in

"Heh..."

soft chuckle,

of beating the records? Me? The being that was

shook his head and waved his hand in the air as the

seemed as though everything was beginning to shatter like glass, including Jezebeth, who did not move from the

almost everything. I'm sure you know that it's not possible for me to fight the records. You should know full well that I was

knowledge that a puppet couldn't fight its

the records or wanted to fight them, it was impossible

betrayal would only lead to

me, and I know

once more. A dazzling white glow materialized on his

needed to know to prove

about to completely shatter the illusion he was in, he heard a couple of faint words coming

and began to formulate his response. However, just as he was about to open his mouth to respond, his eyes stopped on a spot right behind Jezebeth, and for a split second, his

"Wha―"

as he extended his hand in front of him and then

be even more shocked than you, but that doesn't

Crash―!

Kevin could even finish his sentence, the world around him

your body. It'd be a pity if you died before

a moment before he was whisked away and found himself back in

"Cough...Cough...Cough..."

once more began violently coughing, and blood once more began to spill all over the floor,

he had no choice but to get down on one knee and support himself by placing his arm over the wooden desk that was next

'Shit...'

use the Akashic laws, despite the

had failed, and if it weren't for the thin layer of mana that was still circulating through his body and into those organs, Kevin would

"Blergh."

led to him vomiting, and the floor was soon splattered with even more blood. The world began to

able to hang on to the last bit of sanity he had and managed to keep his balance before collapsing to the ground with his back resting against the wooden frame

head, Kevin's vision spun, and his eyes drifted

have

***

place between Suriol and Ren was not a pretty sight. The sky was pitch black, and the

bodies of the fallen soldiers were still lying on the ground, where they had been left, even though it had been weeks since the battle had

permeating a significant portion of Immorra's

living creature was

C..crack―!

by a disruption in the sky, which was followed

was from this gate that two

further imbalance in the world as the demonic energy in the air suddenly started

one of the demons surveyed the surface of the world, a voice that was both raspy and ominous

"...What happened over here?"