Dainsleif: Surtlortch Wants to Destroy This World? His Enemies Won't Be So Easy to Deal With

"Did he not mention me or anyone else?"

"..."

It was a simple, direct answer, yet it was precisely the one he least wanted to hear.

The information he had been pursuing had come to an end here. Even though he had long grown accustomed to such things, Dainsleif still fell silent.

Ever since that betrayal, he had suffered countless setbacks while searching for those five people. Yet even he had never anticipated this outcome.

Five Hundred Years Ago, Khaenri'ah's last king, The Black King Irmin, had madly pursued Abyssal Power, his actions becoming ever more extreme and frenzied.

In the future revealed by the prophecy, faced with Khaenri'ah's inevitable destruction, his elder brother Vedrfolnir had tried to dissuade him, only to have his eyes gouged out by the Black King, who was obsessed with the Abyss.

In his urgency, he had planned to enter the palace with several friends he usually kept in contact with, rescue his brother, and express their dissatisfaction to the Black King in the process.

After they fought their way into the palace, the rescue had gone exceptionally smoothly, as if every factor had coincidentally aligned to bring about success.

But at the very end, faced with the vast amount of Abyssal Power gathered by the "Prince" at his side—power enough to shake the foundations of the world—they had all, without exception, chosen...

"..."

"Is the power of the Abyss truly that alluring?"

"They obsessed over something they could not control. Was the Black King's fate not enough to serve as a warning?"

His words carried an irrepressible trace of mockery. Over the centuries that followed, he had personally watched countless people become increasingly extreme after being bewitched by that will.

The power of the Abyss was like poisoned honey, yet most people simply lacked