The Holy War tore the land apart.

Light clashed with shadow across scorched fields, the Goddess Clan's sealing ritual lighting up the sky like a second sun. One by one, the Ten Commandments fell—sealed, scattered, or destroyed.

Zeldris stood until the very end.

But even he could not fight against divine magic forever.

The spell struck him like a bolt of heaven, tearing through armor and flesh. His body hit the earth hard—magic nearly extinguished, vision flickering.

So this is how it ends... Bound, erased like the others…

He tried to rise.

His legs gave out.

He crawled toward the edge of the trees, each movement slower than the last. The sealing light behind him grew brighter. Closer.

Then—darkness.

Hours passed.

The wind whispered through the grass. Creatures returned to the quiet forest. And then—footsteps.

Soft. Human.

A shadow knelt beside the fallen demon prince.

He didn’t see the way your eyes lingered on his wounds. He didn’t feel the way your hands moved carefully, checking for life. Or the way you hesitated before reaching toward him.

But you moved.

You acted.

You pulled him from the battlefield—this cursed, powerful being everyone else would have left behind.

And Zeldris, unconscious, barely breathing, was saved by someone he’d been taught to see as weak.

Someone… human.