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"Cough… If… if you want to save him, Wrath… that's easy. You only need to cooperate with me and not undo my ritual. That's all," the noble-like man said with a smirk, confidence radiating from his belief in his survival.

Koyuki remained silent, turning toward Pride, who was still trying to decipher the blood magic circle on the ground. After a moment, Pride looked up at Koyuki, her face etched with worry and uncertainty.

"Pride… tell me you can undo it," Koyuki asked, her voice tense.

For a fleeting moment, Pride wanted to retort with her usual quip that Koyuki had no right to demand anything from her. But she suppressed the urge, realizing this was no time for her pride to make a scene.

"I can… but it would take at least a few days. This magic circle was created by combining hundreds, perhaps thousands, of intricate magic formulas. While its main function is to convert the blood and soul of victims into mana, it has many supporting functions. These include auxiliary components like mind suggestion and even the ability to transfer someone to the Abyssal Realm," Pride explained methodically.

"And before you ask, I don't think Teacher Envy could help us with this either. Unless she can rewind time itself, her assistance would only shorten the process by a day at most."

"Only one day?" Koyuki repeated, frowning deeply. That one day is not going to help. The Hell's Gate will be completed in several hours, and there's nothing they can do.

Her gaze shifted back to the man who had once worn the owl mask.

The man laughed and giggled, reveling in his triumph over his nemesis. He then looked at Koyuki smugly.

"How about it, Wrath? Are you interested in cooperating with me now? I promise to help you locate him. All I ask is that you allow me to study your divine power," he said with a chuckle, his tone dripping with self-assurance.

He knew Koyuki's track record well. Before Daniel became a mage, she had once lured him into an ambush under the threat of the crown prince of the Tessia Kingdom. The prince had threatened to place false charges against Daniel and kill him if she didn't comply. Out of fear for her beloved's safety—and with the prince's promise not to harm him—she had reluctantly called Daniel to the trap.

The man believed that Koyuki would make the same mistake again. He was confident that her desperation to protect her lover would drive her to act rashly. After all, history has a tendency to repeat itself.

Koyuki's grip on the man's neck unconsciously loosened as hesitation flickered in her eyes. Her heart pounded as uncertainty gnawed at her resolve.

Dark, intrusive thoughts crept into her mind, each one painting a worse scenario for her beloved's safety. This made her grow even more fearful for her beloved safety... she felt powerless... as if she was back when she was just a helpless woman.

The man, noticing the shift in her demeanor, chuckled before producing a contract from his inner pocket. It was a slave contract.

His intent was clear… he wanted to study the divinity within Koyuki intensively. He sought to understand how it connected to her bloodline and, more disturbingly, whether it was possible to sire a child with this specific ability.

All these experiments filled him with excitement; he couldn't wait to get his hands on Koyuki.

"Snap out of it already, Koyuki!" Pride shouted, jolting Koyuki from her dark thoughts.

Koyuki looked at Pride, then at herself. She stared at Pride again, and then… the truth hit her. She was no longer a helpless woman who had reason to be afraid.

Both she and Daniel were strong now. Together, they had the means to defend themselves. Her beloved had even been hailed as the most powerful mage in history since Merlin.

Never again would she betray his trust. Never again! No matter the reason, she had to believe in his strength... believe that he would return to her!

With this realization, Koyuki unleashed a bolt of divine lightning at the man who had once worn the mask. He hadn't anticipated the sudden attack, confident that Koyuki was already under his control.

Boom!

The lightning struck him square in the chest. The divine power burned not just his body but also his soul! The energy of divine tribulation, also known as divine calamity, tore through his body and soul.

It scorched his mana pathways, which resided within his soul, inflicting a pain so incomprehensible that it defied mortal endurance and trampled all of the mortal will to resist.

"Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgghhhhh!" The man screamed in agony as the divine lightning rampaged through him. The power, originating from calamity itself, amplified the torment to an unbearable degree.

Koyuki poured all her hatred and past grievances into this strike; even her long-held grudge against Victor Justius, which now seemed insignificant, resurfaced and was channeled into her attack.

"Arggggghhhh! Oooooooorrrrgghhh! Arggggggggggggghhhh!! Ughhhhhhh!"

[The pain! Kill me! Kill me now! Somebody, please kill me! Please!] the man thought desperately, his mind unable to handle the agony.

With Koyuki wielding nearly all of Orochi's soul shards, the very essence of the god of calamity, it became clear that the hatred of a god was a sinister force that could last for centuries.

All these traits were imbued into this strike. The unimaginable pain, combined with the divine power, was so intense that the man who had once worn the mask wished fervently for death. From his perspective, the few seconds of torment stretched into what felt like millennia.

"Where did you send him to!? Answer me!" Koyuki used her other hand to cast another bolt of lightning at him, intensifying the pain to another level. The divine bolt became a continuous stream of lightning, endlessly shocking the man.

"Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrggghhhhhhhhhhhh! Urrrrrrrrrrghhhh! Hhhmmmmm! Arggggggggghhh!"

"Answer me! Where did you send him!?" Koyuki raised the power of her magic even further, her hatred for the man intensifying.

This was a side effect of wielding and using the soul shards of the god of calamity, Yamata No Orochi. A god's wrath is intense and enduring—these are the traits characteristic of divine rage. And for Yamata No Orochi, the God of Calamity, this fury was especially potent.

"Arrgghh! A… Abys… Abyssal Re… Realmmmm!! Ahhhh! Urrgrghhhh!"

"Whose realm!?"

"AARRARARAGGghhh! L… Arggh… LUCIFER! Ugghh… arrg..."

With the answer given, Koyuki ceased her attack, though divine sparks still crackled around her hand. She looked down at the man, twitching as the divine electricity coursed through him. The foul stench of his yellow liquid and brown solid waste now stained the floor around him.

Koyuki wrinkled her nose in disdain and stepped back to avoid the waste that was slowly streaming toward her.

"What's your name?" Koyuki asked, pointing her crackling, lightning-imbued hand at him.

"M… Murad… Murad Osman… the… the last prince of the Ottoman Empire… and a demigod…" Murad Osman stammered, his will to resist crushed under Koyuki's merciless torture. He spilled everything without hesitation.

"Good… 'Murad Osman, the prince who died drowning in his own shit.' That'll be written on your tombstone," Koyuki said, a murderous glint in her eyes as she charged her divine bolt again.

"Get down!" Pride shouted, rushing toward Koyuki while she was still focused on Murad Osman.

Boom!

A red beam struck Pride's space shield and exploded, partially melting the magic circle and creating a thick cloud of smoke. Amidst the haze, Pride sensed movement. Koyuki quickly unleashed her charged divine bolt at the source, but it missed.

Pride cast a wind spell to disperse the smoke. As the mist cleared, two figures emerged, standing at the secret entrance. The uninvited guests had arrived through another route.

The first was clad in armor resembling power armor. Yet, the presence of strong divinity emanating from it indicated it was a divine artifact, something beyond the capabilities of ordinary mages to create.

He had long hair, a full-grown beard, and a large, imposing build. He was Hephaestus, the God of the Forge.

The second figure was a muscular man wearing a closed helmet that concealed his face. His armor hid all distinguishing features except his muscular outline. Beyond that, there was nothing to identify him. However, his silent demeanor and unsettling presence sent a chill through the air.

"Lord Hephaestus… Are you with them too? I thought you were better than this," Koyuki said coldly. Read the latest on empire

"What's wrong with wanting to go home, child? What's wrong with wanting to rectify the wrongs and do what's right? Without us gods, you mages are nothing. There's nothing in this world that can restore mana to your world as effectively as we can. You tried to use the mana from Hell, and now you humans are trying to stop it. Isn't that proof enough that you can't live without us, huh?" Hephaestus asked with a smile.

"Go home…? Rectify the wrong? What are you talking about?" Koyuki channeled her divine power, preparing to use full power in case Hephaestus tried to do anything stupid.