Chapter 13 : Demon castle
There are five known continents in this vast world — a world so immense that no human has ever found its end. One of these continents is the Demon Continent, a land shrouded in eternal darkness, where violent storms and endless thunder rage without cease.
According to human legend, in ancient times, the world was nearly conquered by demons, and humanity stood on the brink of extinction under their relentless slaughter. As the last human empire teetered on the edge of annihilation, the deities intervened. They began choosing humans as their saints, granting them powers rivaling those of the demon lords.
At that time, the Demon King — the strongest in all demon history — was sealed deep within the depths of hell. However, his five demon lords remained free, leading vast armies of demons in a campaign to conquer the world of Elarion.
The five chosen saints gathered their strength and waged a desperate war against the demon forces. In a fierce battle, they succeeded in killing three demon lords, capturing another, while the fifth managed to escape with a mere fraction of his army. Though the saints wished to pursue and imprison him as well, their injuries were too severe, leaving them powerless to continue the fight.
From that day forward, the surviving demons were driven back to the dark continent, which humanity thereafter named the Demon Continent. Travel to that cursed land was forbidden by human decree.
Even so, low-level demons would occasionally appear on human soil. To this day, in every era, the deities choose five new saints — individuals with immense potential in holy magic, healing arts, and swordsmanship — to rise as humanity’s protectors. Each saint possesses extraordinary healing powers and is given the choice to form their own Holy Knight armies and Healing Orders, gathering warriors and healers under their divine banner.
The sky above the Demon Continent was a blanket of eternal darkness. In the center of the continent, deep within a vast, twisted forest, stood a colossal empire where demons ruled.In this land, kindness was all but extinct; only among some low-level demons could the faintest hint of mercy still be seen — a weakness that earned them the label "low-level."Here, survival meant fighting — and killing — one another.
At the heart of the empire, a massive castle loomed, its towering spires painted in black and blood-red.Inside the throne room, a towering figure sat atop a dark throne. Before him, a lone demon knelt, his head bowed low.
The figure on the throne spoke, his voice deep and filled with cold menace:
"What were you doing at that academy, Drokan? If you were not Abyrion’s son, I wouldn’t have even considered saving a lowly wretch like you."