Chapter 126: The Demon’s Tears
Nao’s POV:
When I encountered Vorx within Vaelgorath’s subconscious, my skill, [Power of Incarnation], activated on its own once again. It resonated with my sympathy upon seeing Vorx curled up alone in this dark space.
I mustered the courage to reach out and touch Vorx’s trembling shoulder.
Suddenly, [Goddess Vision Activated!], pulling me into the depths of Vorx’s memories.
When I came to, I found myself standing on desolate land. Dead trees stretched as far as the eye could see, the earth was dry and barren, and the air was thick with miasma. This was the Demon Continent, the territory ruled by the Demon Kingdom of Doomspire.
Explosions rang out in every direction, and desperate cries echoed in my ears. The moment I realized what was happening, I saw a city embroiled in battle. Demon forces desperately defended their territory from the advancing armies of humanity.
The demons were being slaughtered by the heroes of the human kingdom. In the midst of the chaos, I spotted their silhouettes—thirteen warriors standing tall, spearheading the charge, mercilessly cutting down demons without hesitation. But the demons, too, had their own champions. Five powerful Overlords commanded their forces, and at the very heart of their ranks stood a being so terrifying that even as a mere silhouette, I felt a chill pierce my very soul. The Demon King.
The battle was ferocious. The casualties on both sides were staggering. The stench of blood filled my nostrils, and the cold air bit into my skin. Though this was only a memory, it felt painfully real.
I couldn’t believe what I was witnessing. I had lived my life on Earth, never once experiencing the true horrors of war. And now, I was seeing it firsthand. The agony, the despair, the endless cycle of death—it was suffocating.
I wanted to look away. But then, my eyes were drawn to a small, ruined town. Amidst the rubble, I saw two young demon children clinging to each other in the middle of the street. The older brother gently held his sobbing little sister, whispering reassurances.
Their parents had perished in the war. Their home had been reduced to ashes. Now, they had only each other left.