Chapter 688: Ali’s Wish
According to historical legends, there was a comprehensive war between deities and devils thousands of years ago—a racial war waged for the right to exist, devoid of good or evil, fought solely for survival.
The outcome, as recorded, was the victory of the deities over the devils, leading to the banishment of the entire devil race into the void.
There should have been nothing there, a place where nothing could survive, neither gods nor devils.
It was the cradle of the world, hence devoid of everything, even the concept of "existence."
Yet now, seemingly, possibly, maybe, presumably, a living "devil" stood before Ali?
"You’re joking, right?"
Though devils on the continent didn’t symbolize evil, and only a minority of zealots within the Church’s inquisition held an overt malice towards these beings of the same echelon as deities.
To harbor such blatant hostility towards a super-entity ranked alongside the gods, but to claim oneself as a "devil" in such a situation, one had to be either mad or the real deal!
Ali dared not contemplate the second possibility, instead silently praying that what stood before him was merely a terribly powerful madman.
If it truly were a "devil," let alone Ali, even if the venerable elders from the high elf kingdoms were present, how many could return alive?
"No, not at all."