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"Who exactly are you?"
"A god, or..."
Andariel asked, her voice hoarse and strained.
Could someone who toyed with a Phantom Deity so effortlessly really be human?
"A god?"
"No. I'm human through and through. As for the gods you speak of..."
Diabolo smiled faintly, then snapped his fingers shut.
Bang!
Minostaur, shrunk countless times over, was crushed in his hand. It dissolved into specks of light that scattered all around.
The surrounding fire elements retreated with a mournful cry.
The beings in this world were fascinating. Take Minostaur, for instance. Diabolo had discovered that even if he shattered it completely, even killed it, it would slowly take shape again before long, as though it could never truly die.
Of course, if Diabolo destroyed the source of its existence, perhaps it would not come back.
"Gods are merely stronger creatures. Where are the true gods in this world?"
"And something as inferior as that dares call itself a god?"
He gave a scornful smile, plainly unimpressed by gods.
Everyone around him shuddered again when he crushed Minostaur. A chill ran through them.
The sight was horrifying.
He was no god, yet he was stronger than one.
He had crushed a god with one hand!
Without seeing it for themselves, they could never have imagined it.
Everyone involuntarily took several steps back, their faces pale.
The terror of that moment defied words.
"Lord Diabolo, is it really you?" Alexia stared blankly at the man on the Throne. His overwhelming presence was impossible to reconcile with the smiling, flawless man she remembered.
"I once told you that