Reality slammed back into place.
With it came the burning air and the stink of a Demon's Corruption.
Ignotus blinked a few times, seemingly in disbelief.
With Eris, he had truly done the impossible.
They were back.
The spade-eyed Demon was frozen before him, its face twisted between triumph and surprise. Its illusions, though dead, still flickered around it like scraps of broken glass.
"…You—how are you—?"
Ignotus smiled and slowly lifted his head.
"You claimed death for me?"
He chuckled while standing up.
"Hah… on whose authority is that claim?"
Once straight, he drew his sword.
"Who do you think you are, Demon? I'm Ignotus, son of Genus, Priest of Calamity. You've done yourself a great disservice by underestimating me and not killing me any quicker."
His practiced stance settled.
"Synaxis…"
His now red eyes locked on his enemy.
"Zero."
