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Hera swung her sword at the air.

Jeremy kept his distance, taking a moment to recover his stamina while watching Hera.

‘It’s not slicing the air.

He was definitely cutting through something.

Hera was channeling his power to the maximum.

Every swing of his sword summoned storms, shaking the ground. Even the Great Monsters fled far away, overwhelmed by Hera’s momentum.

Jeremy honestly wished he could run away too.

‘Incredible… power.

Even as an ally, he felt a fearsome strength.

This wasn’t just power; it was authority wielded by a sword.

The ground split apart,

‘The sky is splitting.’

It felt like the world where Hera stood was about to tear in half. Just then, Medea joined him. “Father, I’ll join you too.”

Jeremy had to take a few steps back. Before long, Hixson arrived, and shortly after, Zeno and Kaiser appeared as well.

Kaiser tilted his head.

He asked Jeremy,

“Hey, kid. What are those two doing?”

“I’m not exactly sure myself.”

Zeno replied with a grin.

“They can see what others can’t.”

Although he smiled on the outside, his right hand tightly clenched into a fist. That fist trembled lightly. Usually keeping emotions hidden, Jeremy, the butler, was extremely anxious.

‘You must find the path. The power to see what lies beyond sight.

If it’s the ‘Truth’ seen by Jin’an, it should reach my—no, our princess.

It has to.

Jeremy, feigning calmness, watched Hera and Medea.

Soon, black shadows began to ripple where they swung their swords.

Hera sensed it.

‘A path is opening.

Inside,

‘Viola is there.

Thinking of that, nothing else was visible.

What mattered most to him was reaching his daughter.

‘Viola.’

He held Viola’s name close to his heart. He looked for the path through Jin’an.

Jin’an revealed many truths.

That Viola was in danger.

Yet, she was still holding on.

Viola had said before.

“Daddy the crybaby is going nowhere.”

‘So stay there.’

He promised. She had said she wouldn’t go anywhere.

‘The promise must be kept. The masterpiece of the Master Mage and Duke Heron’s beloved sword, ‘Cold Winter,’ shattered.

Even that revered sword couldn’t withstand Hera’s powerful mana.

As ‘Cold Winter’ broke, a small gap opened. “I’ll go ahead.”

Medea replied, swinging her sword. “I will follow after you.”

Hera’s body disappeared. Just a tiny gap. Hera stepped into another world governed by different laws.

‘Can’t see anything.’

Yet he was certain. ‘Jeremy and Selbin were able to find Viola.

So I can too. Somewhere in this place, Viola is waiting.

Hera bit his lip.

‘Can’t see.’

He drained his mana to shape it. It became the ‘shape of a sword.’

It was the ‘Aura Sword,’ a state only attainable by a martial artist who reached the extreme.

The Aura Sword began to turn black. It contained the essence of annihilation.

Hera didn’t even realize he was encapsulating the state of ‘annihilation’ within the sword.

He just hurriedly moved forward.

‘Need to find Viola’s trace.’

Jeremy and Selbin said they found traces as well. It was said that Viola had scratched the world of Bahakarun.

That scratch bore Viola’s scent. ‘Found it. Without hesitation, Hera swung his sword.

The essence of ‘annihilation’ contained in his sword acted in direct opposition to annihilation. When everything reaches its peak, its nature changes.

A martial artist at their peak can manifest ‘Life Sword.’

A sword that saves lives.

The determination of a father wanting to save Viola led Hera to that state.

Whack~!

Light streamed in.

A force far greater than Viola’s Life Sword erupted from the father’s body.

‘I can see.

And he saw. His child with purple hair.

“Viola.”

Tears of blood flowed from her eyes. She grinned while stabbing Tundra. ‘That’s not Viola.’

If it were the old Hera, he wouldn’t have been able to distinguish. Hera had adopted Viola after being enamored by that appearance.

But that was not the case now. That Viola was a fake Viola.

The real Viola, my true daughter, must be trapped somewhere in that conscious world, crying out.

‘Seems like I can’t see myself.

I should be calm, but I couldn’t remain composed.

I needed to be more rational than anyone, yet my reasoning was lost.

A father was that kind of being.

And the father, losing his rationality, prayed for a miracle today. Never once dreaming any unattainable dreams, Hera hoped for a miracle. Medea’s eyes widened. ‘The path… has opened greatly.’

This was undoubtedly the father’s power. The dark world began to expand.

Medea looked back.

“Father has opened the door.”

Hera and Medea created a small gap. Then Hera stepped in and opened the large door.

So everyone could enter.

The Mercenary King Kaiser began to stomp, bang! Bang!

“Bwa-ha-ha, shall I go help my friend?”

“Running that slow, huh?”

Black Hixson sprinted ahead faster than the Mercenary King. It was like two enormous elephants sprinting.

But there was someone even faster than them. “I’ll go first.”

It was Zeno.

Zeno leaped past the two into the ‘black world’ in a flash.

In contrast, Aselda and Duke Salmonbrandia moved relatively leisurely.

Aselda also stepped toward the dark world.

“Now I’m really curious about the Iron-Blooded Saint.”

What kind of child would make heroes, who could shake the world, so eager to gather around her?

“Well, curiosity can’t be helped.”

Aselda chuckled. This was less a sacred mission to save the Iron-Blooded Saint and more just sheer curiosity.

She wanted to save that child out of curiosity.

As she thought that and walked, a voice reached her.

“Please take me with you.”

It was an old man. He came walking with a palm tree staff in his right hand. He was small and frail, but his face was riddled with dark spots.

His temperament didn’t seem good, making for an unappealing impression.

Salmon recognized his face.

“You’re Elder Elbato?”

The one who brought Elder Elbato was none other than Hela’s butler, Ersa. Elbato said.

“I must also enter.”

Aselda glanced back. “Seems like you’ve brought quite a load.”

In the distance, dust clouds arose.

A whole lot of people were running towards them.

Their attire was plain. Just regular folks.

Aselda shrugged and said,

“Not sure what you were thinking bringing a bunch of randoms, but they’ll be no help.”

Only a martial artist who had reached the peak, like Hera, managed to open the path. One by one, martial artists at the level of siege weapons charged in towards Viola.

Such ordinary people would be of no help.

No, they would only be a hindrance. “Please.”

Aselda gazed at Elder Elbato. “Well, fine. I have no clue what you’re thinking, but it seems interesting.”

Aselda started walking ahead. Following her was Salmon, then Elbato and Ersa.

Aselda took the lead along the ‘path created by Hera.’

She sighed as she glanced back at Elder Elbato.

‘Sigh. Elbato wouldn’t last a second in this space without Aselda’s help.

The ‘darkness’ surrounding this place contained the power of annihilation.

Elbato probably barely managing to breathe at this moment.

Yet Elder Elbato persevered with sheer will. Though he seemed about to pass out, he pushed on.

‘Still, commendable determination.’

Aselda raised her mana to assist Elder Elbato. What made that old man so desperate?

Why was he so willing to expend what seemed like the last spark of his life?

She was curious. And soon, Aselda spotted Viola. “Such overwhelming murderous intent.”

Who would have thought that such a young child could exude that level of bloodlust? She felt it scratching at the world of Bahakarun.

From over there, it felt like they couldn’t see this side.

“However, if that’s all there is, I can’t help but feel disappointed.”

The sight of being consumed by the Killing Star didn’t appear beautiful at all. For a martial artist,

one must naturally master the power they hold.

To be devoured by one’s own strength doesn’t qualify one as a great martial artist.

At that moment, Elder Elbato spoke.

“Viola.”

His words didn’t reach Viola. But Elder Elbato didn’t mind much. “You have fulfilled my dream.”

Elder Elbato aimed to save countless people; it was his mission. Knowing that it wasn’t possible, that it was just an ideal, the past Elder Elbato had despair, fleeing to the Elf Forest.

But now it was different. Behind him stood countless ‘ordinary people.’ They were all people with weak ‘divine power.’

Rejected by the clergy as ‘false priests,’ they could indeed perform minor miracles.

Now Elbato and Elcina could nurture many priests, and they would save countless lives.

“Many people will be saved.”

Aselda was puzzled. ‘How are they managing to breathe here?’

Before long, Elbato was also breathing comfortably. And then Aselda realized the reason.

‘The divine power emanating from them… is driving out this world.’ Each one was weak. Yet, together they formed a powerful flow. Their strength was consuming this ‘dark world.’ And then. Elbato began to speak calmly.