When the apocalypse arrived.
He watched the vast armies of Demonic Beasts destroy everything visible to the naked eye.
Massacring the pure white holy city.
Turning the sacred Twin Sages Tree into torches.
Adam, his clothes in tatters and looking rather bedraggled, wore a trace of bitterness on his face.
...along with some bleak helplessness.
Although he had prepared in advance, doing everything he could to strengthen his side's combat power.
The sheer number of enemies.
Had ultimately given him no chance whatsoever to turn the tables.
Under the enemy's siege and methods.
Even though he could effortlessly destroy cities and topple nations by himself.
He still had no room to choose...
However.
Compared to those enemies, what disappointed him even more was his son—his son who had been beguiled by the enemy...
His gaze calm yet carrying a trace of regret, he looked at his descendant, whose appearance had already gained many inhuman traits and whose eyes brimmed with fanaticism. After hesitating for a while, he could only silently sigh:
"Your brother, Cain, deeply regrets what he did back then..."
However.
Before he could finish.
The man now named Abel Leshar, once called Hervell, raised the blood red warblade in his hand and calmly said:
"I know."
"But when that fool tried to stop me not long ago, I still cut off his hands and feet and buried him deep underground."
At those words.
Adam, who had wanted to say something, fell silent once more.
Starting several years ago.
After receiving the Apocalypse.
In order to deal with the distant threat, he had devoted himself to studying the various magical arts taught by the Twin Sages Tree.
Those most powerful and strangest forms of knowledge.
He had even had his descendants, who could serve as his right and left