The Aftermath

The eerie silence that followed Esmael's chilling words was heavy with disbelief. "I won," he had whispered, but the weight of his victory hung like a curse over the hall.

The blue dimension dissolved, and they were back in the grand palace hall. The walls gleamed under the flickering torches, but the atmosphere was thick with tension and shock.

Drevon rushed toward Eliad's mutilated body. "Eliad!" he shouted, dropping to his knees. But as soon as he reached him, Eliad's remains crumbled into ash, scattering into the air.

"No..." Drevon's voice cracked with pain as the ashes slipped through his fingers. Eliad, the demon who had once stood by him, was gone—completely erased from existence.

Takeshi clapped his hands slowly, his smirk wide. "Congratulations, Esmael," he declared, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "You've done what many couldn't. You claimed victory over a demon of the dark realm."