Zackey was trembling, his body shivering as though every bone wanted to break free. Yet, in that trembling, he was laughing too — a laugh soaked in madness. His pale face stretched unnaturally wide, twisted like a man suffering from a deep psychological defect. Saliva dripped endlessly from his mouth, splattering on the black floor like a fountain that would never dry. His half-naked body leaned forward, his posture bent in grotesque submission, as though his very existence was nothing but worship of Lord Baital.

Finally, words stumbled out of his broken lips. His voice cracked, torn between fear and reverence."Lord Baital… Fifth King of Hell…" His throat strained as though uttering that title was both poison and blessing. "The reason I cannot simply take Sunny… is because of Ryuki City's defense. We cannot just march madly into their territory. The last battle may have been in our favor, but they have not yet acted. Their silence… it is a pause, not surrender. But we are planning, my lord… we are preparing to take Sunny. Do not worry…"

As he muttered, Zackey collapsed, falling face-first into Baital's demonic legs. His madness swelled like a storm, his body twitching as if his mind had already snapped just from being close to Baital's presence. He clawed at the floor like a beast chained in insanity, drooling and shuddering, unable to hide his derangement.

Then came the voice. Heavy. Thick. A voice that cracked the walls and shook the marrow of his bones."You moron, Zackey… did you not hear what I said?"

Baital's words thundered across the chamber, each syllable pressing like a mountain against Zackey's skull. His eyes glowed with venomous fire. "Bring me Sunny. He is the key… the one who will reawaken Yuzen — the Great Beast of the Third World. The Alpha Beast… the creature whose wings can reach beyond Earth's atmosphere itself."

Baital's towering frame shifted, his massive shadow stretching like a demon consuming all light. His voice lowered, colder, sharper than steel. "I want Yuzen's blood. I want the Sarva Core."

Then, slowly, he spread his arms wide. His face twisted, stretching into a monstrous smile that warped into the visage of a dark dragon. His neck cracked, blood dripping more furiously from the gashes across his body, yet he did not falter. Instead, he lifted his head to the heavens and roared.

"When I have the Sarva Core… I will manifest reality itself. I will shatter the cursed Void Realm — the prison of Hell that holds me bound! And when I break free…"

His voice turned into a howl. His laughter surged like an earthquake, shaking the very chamber. The stone walls split, cracks bleeding with blackened mist. His throat gurgled, his laughter tearing through like blades.

"When I return to my senses… I will turn this entire world upside down! Ahahahahahahaha!"

The laughter echoed endlessly, filling every corner like a curse. The chamber groaned under his aura, and the blood dripping from his neck rained harder, as if Hell itself was bleeding through him.

Zackey's trembling hands curled together, palms pressed in a broken gesture of prayer. His head bowed so low that his saliva mixed with the blood-stained floor. His voice cracked, weak yet desperate, as he croaked out words toward the throne.

"I… I only want more strength, my Lord Baital. I beg you. I have nothing left to sacrifice. I have already killed my mother… my father… my son… my wife…"

His lips quivered, his pale face twitching with madness. "Now… there is no one close to me left to give. No blood of my kin remains in this world. But still… I want more. I want Ryuki City, whole. I want to dominate every being within its walls. Please… grant me power… grant me more vita!"

The words echoed in the chamber like a pitiful dirge, a hymn of madness sung by a broken soul.

Baital sat unmoving on his throne of shadows, his gaze burning holes through Zackey's fragile body. When he finally spoke, his voice was slow, drenched in disdain.

"There is no granting of strength… for those who cannot sacrifice their dearest."

The silence that followed was heavier than iron, pressing down on Zackey's chest until he could hardly breathe. His hands shook, his mind twisted, waiting for the next word.

Baital leaned forward, his aura bleeding into the room like a poisonous fog. His voice deepened, carrying the weight of damnation.

"Still… I will indulge your hunger. I will give you the Fifth Stage of the Malwai Dragon… and the Noscord Maniac."

Zackey's eyes widened, his body convulsing in awe and terror.

"But," Baital continued, his tone sharpening like the swing of an executioner's blade, "the condition is simple. You will bring me Sunny. That child… is the one who will awaken Yuzen."

The last word vibrated in the chamber, rattling the cracked stones, as though even the walls understood the curse tied to that name.

Zackey's gaze fell on the cracked glass mirror leaning against the wall. His own reflection stared back at him—pale, twitching, a face stretched into something almost inhuman. For a moment, he forgot his trembling and his fear, lost in the intoxicating thought of power.

The Noscord Maniac… the Malwai Dragon…The names echoed in his head like divine whispers. A crooked smile carved itself across his lips.

"Sunny? Huh…" Zackey muttered under his breath, saliva dripping down his chin. "I will bring him to you, my lord. Just wait a little longer. Soon, he will kiss your feet."

He raised his head again, his eyes widening, the question boiling inside him finally spilling out. His voice trembled with both curiosity and greed.

"My Lord Baital… can you tell me about that boy? About Sunny's past? Why does he grab your attention so much? Why is he the one you want above all others?"

The chamber darkened further, shadows crawling up the walls like living serpents. Baital did not answer immediately. Instead, his massive form leaned back on the throne, blood dripping slowly from the crown of skulls above him, each drop echoing as it hit the stone floor. His silence was suffocating, crushing Zackey's chest like an iron hand.

When Baital finally spoke, his voice shook the marrow in Zackey's bones.

"Sunny is not just a boy."

The words dragged out, low and venomous, filling every corner of the hall.

"He is the vessel of the Sarva Core. The key to Yuzen's awakening. His bloodline… carries what even a mage of that time fears touching."

Baital's eyes glowed like burning suns, piercing Zackey's soul.

"That is why he belongs to me."

Baital's voice rumbled, deeper now, as if the walls themselves remembered his words.

"Sunny… was Subaku. Subaku Vincentia."

If you find any errors ( broken links, non-standard content, etc.. ), Please let us know < report chapter > so we can fix it as soon as possible.