Once again, Agaroth escaped certain death.
Not through his own efforts, but through Frey's sacrifice.
Frey had sold his freedom and surrendered himself to the First Writer in exchange for Agaroth's life. And Clea had been more than willing to accept such a bargain, for it was what she had wanted more than anything throughout her life.
Once Frey surrendered, Abraham no longer had any reason to continue fighting. He cast his sword aside, though there was nothing about his expression that suggested he was satisfied with how things had ended.
Even so, there was nothing he could do to change the outcome or interfere with a bargain struck between the First Writer and her eldest son.
According to their agreement, everyone left the Land of Survival that night.
Agaroth alone was left behind.
His powers were not sealed, nor was he restrained in any way. There was simply no need anymore.
The Land of Survival itself was his prison.
A prison he would never escape.
