Krezia stood at the edge of the celestial realm, her gaze fixed on the tranquil expanse before her. The endless sky was a tapestry of shifting colors, reflecting the serenity and power of the divine world. Yet, beneath her calm exterior, concern weighed heavily on her heart. Her voice, soft yet filled with worry, broke the silence. "Beloved Azer, it has been two days, and the hero has yet to arrive."
Azer, the divine being whose presence radiated both awe and gentleness, turned his gaze toward her. His form, shimmering with an ethereal light, was a constant source of comfort to the angels who served him. Despite the weight of the situation, his voice remained steady and calm as he addressed his celestial attendants. "My cherished angels, the hero shall arrive in due time. When he does, I will vanish from this world. But before I depart, there is one thing I ask of you."
The angels, their wings folded respectfully, knelt in reverent silence. Their devotion to Azer was absolute, and their voices, unified in a solemn pledge, echoed through the realm. "What is it, Lord Azer? We will honor any command you give us with utmost respect."
Azer's gaze softened, the burden of his impending departure evident in his expression. He had guided the celestial realm for eons, and now the time had come for him to pass the mantle. "I ask that, when the hero comes, you believe in his capabilities. Embrace his presence with open hearts, even though it means my absence from this realm. Though I will no longer be here, I will always guide you from beyond."
Krezia and Igna, two of Azer's most devoted angels, exchanged a glance, their resolve clear. They had served Azer for as long as they could remember, and though the thought of his departure pained them, they knew they had to honor his wishes. With solemn determination, they responded in unison. "Yes, Lord Azer!"
The host of angels, led by Krezia and Igna, echoed the sentiment, their voices filled with reverence. Their leader, an angel of great wisdom and strength, struggled to hold back tears as she spoke. "We honor your decision, Lord Azer!"
Krezia's heart skipped a beat as she noticed a subtle change in Azer's form. His radiant light seemed to intensify, enveloping him in a brilliant glow. Her voice, tinged with a mix of awe and fear, trembled as she spoke. "L-Lord Azer... you are glowing!"
Igna, standing beside her, felt a surge of anxiety. The signs were unmistakable. "Lord Azer, is this the sign? Is the hero approaching?"
Azer nodded, a serene smile gracing his divine visage. The moment he had prepared for had finally arrived. "Yes, my dear angels. This is the beginning of his journey. At this very moment, I am transferring him to the world I created through a sacred ritual. Farewell, my beloved servants."
The angels, overwhelmed by the gravity of the moment, wept openly. Their tears were not just of sorrow but of deep reverence and love for the one who had guided them for so long. Krezia, her voice thick with emotion, stepped forward, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "Until your return, Lord Azer, may you come back to us. We will wait for you and ensure the safety and care of your realm."
As Azer's form began to fade, his light dispersing into the ether, the celestial realm seemed to hold its breath. The angels watched in silence, their hearts heavy with the knowledge that their beloved lord was leaving them, yet filled with the hope that his guidance would remain with them always.
**Demon Lord's Castle**
Far from the celestial realm, in the depths of a dark and imposing castle, the atmosphere was starkly different. The Demon Lord Rostiel paced the dimly lit chamber, his expression one of deep frustration. The flames from the torches cast flickering shadows on the stone walls, adding to the tension that hung in the air. "So, the God has finally disappeared... The aura of his presence is gone. What could he have done? This situation is troubling. I must prepare for the coming battles."
His thoughts raced as he considered the implications of Azer's disappearance. The balance of power in the world had shifted, and Rostiel knew he needed to act swiftly. He turned sharply to his most trusted subordinate, Mizawa, who stood at attention, his eyes wide with apprehension. "Mizawa! Prepare a vast army to conquer the world. The absence of this God cannot be ignored."
Mizawa, a loyal yet cautious demon, hesitated for a moment before responding. His voice was laced with concern, knowing the enormity of the task he was being assigned. "But it may take us several years to assemble such a force, Lord Rostiel."
Rostiel's eyes flared with irritation, his patience wearing thin. The Demon Lord was not one to tolerate delays, especially not in a time as critical as this. "I care not for the time it takes! Find a way to strengthen our army immediately."
Mizawa, sensing the rising anger in Rostiel's voice, stammered as she tried to explain the logistical challenges. "Lord Rostiel, it may take us up to three years to complete this task..."
But Rostiel's patience had already snapped. With a swift and menacing motion, he thrust his spear toward Mizawa's head, stopping just short of striking her. His voice, cold and commanding, left no room for argument. "Do I need to repeat myself more clearly?"
Mizawa's eyes widened in fear, his heart pounding as she realized how close she had come to death. "Y-yes, Lord Rostiel..." she managed to stammer, bowing deeply to hide his trembling.
Rostiel, his anger still simmering, pulled back his spear and turned away, his mind already focused on the battles to come. He knew the world would soon be plunged into chaos, and he intended to emerge victorious, no matter the cost.