"It's time for us to head to Hellmond."
Frey made his decision at last, choosing their next destination without hesitation. The words alone caught Abraham off guard as he sat beside him.
"Didn't you say you had no desire to kill the demons?"
"And I still don't." Frey replied while staring ahead, his tone calm before he turned toward his father. "The First Writer is already far too powerful. The last thing we need is for her to grow even stronger."
Abraham listened in silence, leaning back slightly as he thought over those words before finally asking with caution:
"What exactly are you planning to do there… in Hellmond?"
Six months had passed since the catastrophic battle fought on Earth, and Hellmond had lost the greatest shield it had ever possessed… the Demon King, Agaroth, who had once been bound to that world.
The moment he was freed, he entered the mysterious continent. Crimson Moon followed soon after, alongside the strongest of the demons as well.
