Sylvester moved from his place and appeared where he sensed Felix to be. It was at the northernmost point of the planet, right at the pole. It was scorching hot, with fields of lava and little to no land.
Standing alone in front of a demonic entity, even by the world's standard, Felix raised his blade. He looked bloodied, battered, and seriously malnourished from the appearance of his frame. Around him also lay the defeated bodies of the four Supreme Commanders.
"Who is he?" Sylvester questioned, appearing with his arms spread wide as if he was holding onto something. Standing on the surface not far behind Felix.
Felix rubbed the corner of his lips with his free hand, clearing the trailing drop of blood. "That's the Grand Prince. He made a deal with some 'god' and received all these powers. But he paid the price with his sanity."
