Morrin watched as Dyre disappeared from atop the newly created sand dune. Watching the warrior disappear in thin air Morrin was put on guard.
His bident had returned to its original silver color. Morrin held steady as he looked around the arena thinking that Dyre had used some kind of stealth ability.
His mind raced trying to think how the young warrior disappeared right in front of his eyes.
Then Dyre erupted from the bottom of the dune, his spear in front of him, not a single grain of sand disturbed because of Dyre's new skill [Earth Diving] which allowed him to move in earthen materials as if he was swimming.
"[Heavy Crash]!" Dyre roared as he tried to catch Morrin off guard. Morrin trying to keep control of the fight blocked with the shaft of the bident.
The power of Dyre's strike surprised Morrin as he blocked the attack. Dyre stepped back trying to find a way to victory.
Dyre seeing his bident was in its normal state, Dyre used [Lighten] and then rushed at Morrin.
"[Wyrm Cutter]!" Dyre said as he swung his spear again and again. For the first time truly injuring the General of Greed.
Morrin thought of a way out of this predicament as his body was marked with large long gashes that oozed black blood, his left arm basically useless.
This was the demon's first time he felt pain in this form. He watched as yet again Dyre fell through the solid ground and disappeared from his sight.
Morrin, only able to use his right arm, was trying to see if he could figure Dyre's next plan of attack.
Then Morrin stopped in awe as he felt an energy he thought would never appear again. Something more potent than mana, something that could compete with the hallowed and the heretical.
Morrin turned to the young boy covered in white flame, Morrin could see through the helm that there was no malice in his eyes, only excitement.
'He even has the same look in his eyes.' Morrin thought to himself. The demon stared in awe of the boy and the spirit that covered him.
Any thoughts of him winning and becoming the champion of hell disappeared as soon as he saw the spirit of Dyre.
Morrin dropped his trident and fell to his knees powerlessly, to which Dyre tilted his head confused.
"I yield." Morrin said in awe, him on his knees looking Dyre eye to eye.
"Really?" Dyre said surprised, he was actually having a lot of fun with this opponent. Because of the prodigy tournament he had no one to spar against.
This duel was the first time he even used [Earth Diving] in a fight. He was excited and thought that now was a good time to whip out his spirit for a final attack, but he didn't know that Morrin would just fall on his knees and give up.
The spirit around Dyre disappeared as he took off his helmet to talk to Morrin.
"So what now?" Dyre said deflated, Morrin just shook his head.
"It's your choice, Dyre." Morrin said a name he thought would never pass his lips again.
"Really? Okay." Dyre said and took a knee, much to Morrin's confusion.
"Disciple greets his master." Dyre said eyes closed and smiling, Morrin only scowled.
"You must be joking." Morrin said dismissively. "You would need all elemental affinities to master my spearmanship." He continued not wanting to waste both of their time.
"But what about just the earth part?" Morrin raised an eyebrow to this and then smiled.
"Okay disciple, I will teach you Dune Spearmanship."
Then Mammon grabbed Dyre.
"Who are you!" She yelled as looked at the young man with a look of fear on her face. She gritted her teeth trying to dispel her fear.
"What are you going to do to us after you've gotten your revenge?! She started to ask every question she had after this boy made his way to hell.
The return of Spirit, becoming the champion of hell, and now using the abilities of Him. She couldn't take it anymore.
Who or what is this boy, she needed to know that now.
Dyre stayed in her grip, With an annoyed sneer on his face. And then started talking in a furious tone.
"I am Dyre Beacon, inheritor of the first lantern, first child of Lilith, master of the spear, last of the dragon slayers, and the child all of you feared." Dyre spoke as if he was above the King of greed.
But as he was doing the old song and dance. Behemoth stirred for the first time in a while.
"I'll finish this." Behemoth said asking to take control, Dyre was curious about what Behemoth wanted to do.
And while Dyre was in Mammon's grasp he went limp. Mammon laughed at this apparent sign of weakness.
But the laughing stopped when she heard a voice she thought she would never hear again.
"You really don't know how to get information even after all these years?" Mammon immediately dropped 'Dyre'.
"You'd think that the King of Greed would know how to care of the things they want." The voice sounded young but had an incredible depth of age.
"How?" She asked terrified. 'Dyre' dusted himself off and then turned to Mammon.
"How I'm out of purgatory, how me and the boy became one, why im just talking to you? The old voice spoke from the body of the young Beacon.
Mammon started to tear up as the beast spoke.
"I'm sorry, we didn't know what to do…"
But the young warrior lifted up his hand to stop her.
"No, I'm sorry. You lost her too, we all did. I was blinded by my rage and i didnt care about the casualties I would bring by mindlessly attacking."
Mammon was silent, not knowing what to ask next. But to her surprise her next question flowed from her lips effortlessly.
"Why are you sharing a body with this boy?"
Behemoth didn't even pause and a response came instantly.
"To gain more power and remove my greatest flaw."
"And what was that?" Mammon asked with a feeling of dread.
Behemoth smiled.
"The lack of a plan."