The orb shone a golden hue, brightening the dark that surrounded him. Soma finally realized which place he was in—a dead land where no life existed, the place where his devil self stayed.
"...You sure are slow witted at times!".
There are many things to ask, such as how he found himself in the place. But, putting that aside, Soma's attention got directed. A snickering laugh came from his side, and Soma saw his devil self, as usual, his playful nature, floating in the air while acting lazy about all the problems in the world. Soma had no energy to reply to the devil's sarcastic remark. He turned to look at the orb that was still floating before him.
"This power, Martial Saint!?". He muttered those words that somehow emerged from within his heart and grabbed the orb in hand.
Soma's body suddenly faded; it slowly turned into fine particles and then disappeared, leaving the devil, who suddenly spread his lips and showed his eerie laugh.
