77Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxOipjDdw5EWhen Demansion stepped forward to annihilate the very soul of Ferran, Ferran’s face twisted with pure dread. Just as the killing blow was about to land, Piecus swung his weapon from the side in a desperate arc. Without looking, Demansion struck Piecus across the chest with a crushing force. Piecus was sent flying, crashing into the ruins of a shattered house as blood erupted from his body.
Ferran and Piecus were dragged across the dirt, their bodies limp and trailing behind like discarded weight. Their breathing was shallow, barely clinging to life. As they were hauled away, a thick, jagged streak of blood painted the ground—their flesh scraping against the earth, leaving a crimson stain that refused to fade.
They were dragged into the darkness of a high-security Prison.
Piecus whispered through the pain, "He dragged my father and me into this cell... but then, he had our wounds treated."
A few days later...
Demansion appeared at the bars. "It seems you’ve recovered already. Not bad." He looked at Ferran’s stony, unyielding expression. "Reze Warrior!" he mocked.
As the prison doors groaned open, Demansion stepped inside. Piecus recoiled slightly, the trauma still fresh. Demansion looked at them both with a cold indifference. "Ferran, I have a task for you two. You are going on a mission."
Ferran remained silent, his eyes burning with a refusal that didn't need words.
"You both will travel to another dimension—the world of 'Ovul'—for me. You will find the Nobel hidden there."
Ferran finally turned his gaze, his voice low and raspy. "Demansion... don't you feel that what you’re doing is wrong?"
Demansion fell silent.
In a sudden burst of defiance, Ferran swung and struck Demansion across the face. The force sent the king stumbling back. "Enough, Demansion! Abandon this greed! Let the people of that dimension live in peace!"
Demansion didn't stay down. He lunged, driving a fist into Ferran’s stomach before grabbing him by the throat and lifting him off the ground.
"Listen to me, Reze Warrior Ferran," Demansion hissed. "Complete the mission I gave you. Do not end up like your friend... I have no desire to kill you yet."
Ferran’s face shifted from rage to a look of haunted shock at the mention of his friend.
Without another word, Demansion tore open a Portal and threw them inside. As they crossed the threshold, he warped their human forms, twisting them into the shapes of Pigs.
"Survive the Goblins!" Demansion shouted, his voice echoing as the portal snapped shut, sealing them in a new nightmare.
Piecus: "Since that day, we have been trapped in this world of Ovul, searching for the Nobel."
Chandu: "So... this isn't your true form, Mr. Piecus?"
Piecus: "No. It is a curse."
Sarunya: "This... this is truly heartbreaking."
Viyog: "But how did he find out about these Nobels? And what does he gain by merging and stitching these dimensions together?"
Piecus: "While we were in that prison, Uncle Lias told us the truth. According to him:
'The Nobel is the vital organ of a dimension. Just as your organs allow you to live and breathe, the Nobel is the life-force of a world.' Lias said it exists in every dimension. It is the foundation of both my world and yours. It doesn't just decide the birth and death of every living being; it pre-determines every moment of their existence. The very atmosphere and weather are dictated by it. If there is life or even inanimate matter in a world, it is because of the Nobel. Our emotions, our feelings—every detail is encoded within it. Simply put, a world exists only because of this source.'"
Piecus continued, his voice low: "But no one can say exactly where it stays. Finding it is nearly impossible."
Everyone watched Piecus with intense interest, hanging on every word.
Piecus: "People thought this was just a myth, a fairy tale... but it is real."
Chandu: "But why? Why does Demansion have this greed? What is he after?"
Darshan: "To become powerful," he said, his voice cold and contradictory. "Why else would anyone do it?"
Piecus: "No... I feel there is something else behind this. If he was doing this only for power and fame, why did he mention my father's deceased friend, Yas? And why does he refuse to kill my father and me? Yes, it looks like a quest for power on the surface, but I sense a much bigger, darker reason hidden underneath...!"
Elsewhere, high above the clouds, Flame soared through the sky. Seated upon his back was Demansion, draped in a heavy, suffocating silence.
Demansion remained hauntingly still. He seemed lost in a thought—a question of "How much longer?"—when Flame, sensing his master’s mood, spoke up.
Flame: "Lord?"
Demansion: "Speak, Flame."
Flame: "You have been silent for a long while."
Demansion: "What would you have me say?" He gazed into the infinite horizon. "I am merely contemplating our next move."
Flame: "Lord! We do not know their current location, but we will find them soon."
Demansion turned his gaze toward Flame’s eyes, cold and piercing. "You went after them, yet you failed to capture them?"
Flame lowered his voice, trembling slightly. "Forgive me, Lord Demansion."
Demansion looked down at the site where Flame had attacked Piecus, Viyog, Chandu, Darshan, and Sarunya. Smoke was still rising from the blackened earth. "Even after an assault of that magnitude... they were not found?"
Flame: "My Lord, it was all because of that son of Ferran—Piecus!" He paused, then dared to ask: "Lord Demansion... why did you suddenly order me to bring them to you? Especially those boys?"
Meanwhile, back with the group, Piecus turned to Chandu.
Piecus: "There is one thing I still don’t understand, Chandu."
Chandu: "What is it, Mr. Piecus?"
Piecus: "How did you end up unconscious inside that Hollow Bubble Glass?"
Chandu: "I... I don't know."
Back in the sky, Demansion finally answered Flame’s question.
Demansion: "Because... I must Merge with one of them!"
As he spoke, a chaotic flash erupted in Demansion's mind—images of two hands gripping each other, flickering with flashes of gold-yellow, light red, green, and sky blue.
"Agh!!" Demansion hissed, clutching his head in sudden agony.
At that exact moment, Chandu gasped, grabbing his own head. "Ah!"
Flame looked at his master with concern. "Lord Demansion, are you alright?" To himself, Flame wondered: Why does the Lord keep clutching his head like this lately? What is happening to him?
In the forest, Viyog rushed to Chandu’s side. "Chandu! Are you okay?"
Chandu forced a weak smile. "It’s nothing, Sir. I’m alright."
But Piecus didn't look away. He narrowed his eyes, staring at Chandu with a deep, growing suspicion.
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