Island of Peril

At the junction between the northern continent and the southern continent, an island covered in ruins was present, surrounded by a vast ocean.

The island goes by the name "island of peril". It would also go by another infamous title in the future, Bansy Harbour.

It was given that name by angels due to the many legends surrounding it.

Some say that the Black Emperor and True Creator established their alliance on this island. While others say it was where the elf King Soniathryum fell, his body crumbling around the island of peril.

The legends weren't without some ground. The entire island and the ocean around it were corrupted by the remnant power of the gods.

The perilous island was shrouded in shadows. There was a ruined black mausoleum perched on the top of the mountains. From time to time, a flash of pure light erupted from within the ruins, driving away the shadows temporarily before going out.

The ocean around the island surged with waves taller than skyscrapers as the stormy sky lit up with streaks of lightning.

An ominous chill had set in, providing the seemingly appropriate backdrop for the cataclysmic events to come.

A red light flickered on the island shrouded in shadows, driving away a portion of thick shadows and revealing a man with red hair bound by crimson chains.

The red chains tightened, tearing at his flesh and shattering his bones as the man cried out in agony. His screams made the shadows around him flicker, as if they were reacting to him. They manifested as ghostly devils that swirled all around him, intensifying the ominous and sinister atmosphere.

Spark!

A flash of red fire shot out of the darkness and landed directly before the screaming man.

Suddenly, a crimson fire erupted from the curtain of shadows.

It started to engulf the islands shrouded in shadowy ocean.

It all began to burn in the scarlet flames. The demons screamed in agony before vanishing with the rest of the shadowy ocean.

Heat seeped into the air as the scarlet flames whirled around the screaming man. The man's flesh began to scorch, making his pain even worse.

A figure dressed in black armour suddenly emerged out of the red flames. At the sight of the screaming man, his lips formed a sinister smirk.

The War Angel, Medici!

"Sauron.." Medici spoke in a mocking tone. "Look how easily you fell into my calculations. Are you sure that you are a hunter?"

In order to set up a trap for Sauron and Einhorn, Medici leveraged his position of authority deriving from his uniqueness.

Red Priest has authority that can alter reality to some extent. It is an evolution and combination of the powers of conspirator and conqueror. It essentially makes the claim that we can "Conquer everything," including reality.

Medici set up his seamless trap on the island of peril, using the law of the convergence of beyonder characteristics as his foundation.

He picked this island because of its distinctiveness. It was tainted by the remaining power of four gods.

There were powers that belonged to Aucuses, Solomon, Soniathryum, and ultimately his Lord.

The island was shrouded in the remants like a dense fog, hidden from the gaze of gods and other kings of angels. This is the reason Medici picked this location. However, he was aware that this cover-up wouldn't last long if the gods detected any abnormality or disturbance.

However, Medici is certain that he will be able to accomplish his objective in silence, keeping the gods ignorant of his actions.

The thought of success crossed the god of war's mind, and he laughed madly inside.

Even though he had used his own hands to destroy the last of his lord's divine power, the war angel didn't seem noticeably out of the ordinary in his actions and behaviour.

The crimson fire blazed, as Medici made his way towards the bound Sauron. He then caught his scarred chin and lifted it up, making Sauron look right into his blazing crimson eyes.

"You are pathetic, Sauron." Medici sneered, tightening his hold on the jaw.

Sauron whimpered in pain, but his eyes filled with hatred always stayed on Medici. He rattled the chains heavily in pain and rage.

"Futile resistance…" Medici scorned. His crimson eyes suddenly gleamed in light of madness.

Slap!

The war angel slapped the chin of Sauron, causing him to let out a blood-curdling scream, as his jaw separated from his mouth and flew into ocean of crimson flames.

The stream of blood from his broken mouth dyed his robes and chains scarlet. Despite all of this, the hateful eyes of Sauron still remained on Medici, not moving away an inch.

Medici narrowed his eyes at Sauron. "Glare all you want, it is not going to change your pathetic fate. You are nothing but a broken shell of a man, Sauron. Tell me, how did you feel when you were like a dog wagging a tail just to gain the favour of that bastard, only for him to completely ignore you."

"Let me guess, it was not humiliation or rage, was it?" He continued, examining the reaction on the broken face of Sauron, who finally flinched at his question and looked down.

"As expected." The War Angel cocked his brow. "You felt disappointment. Now, it is not at all insulting to call you a dog, as you are already one…"

Sauron kept his head down, his face covered in his own shadows.

"Now, don't be so down-hearted." Medici chuckled, "That bitch Einhorn is also on his way…"

The War Angel made sure of his efficiency in his trap. He even went further to tamper with reality to increase the convergence between them.

Of course, he knew this would also most likely attract the attention of Cheek, the Primordial Demoness. She had become obsessed with him in recent years, looking for the uniqueness in him.

Still, he made preparations even for that situation. He got the blessing of the lord.

However, Ouroboros was strangely silent. Well, he was always silent. But this time was clearly different. He could feel it. The last time he had been like this was during Aucuses' betrayal.

Aucuses and Ouroboros were there for each other through thick and thin. The snake was the only one who had been able to put up with the menace named Aucuses. They also had a lot in common. They could truly be considered friends….

From all of this, one can easily understand that Ouroboros was affected the most by the betrayal of Aucuses. He changed a lot after that. He'd also been avoiding anything related to Aucuses.

Coming back now, the silence of Ouroboros reminded him of that dreadful day. Nevertheless, Medici pushed the doubts and warnings in his heart aside and still went along with his plan. He really didn't want to hold back anything any longer.

He wanted to make Aucuses to pay for everything..

At that thought, Medici's lips rose to form a grim smile.

Suddenly, a laughter filled with mockery and pity reverberated around him.

Medici turned and looked back, his eyes widening in rage.

Amon stood before him, adjusting his monocle while laughing at him. Sauron had disappeared from the crimson chains.

"Lil 'Raven." He snarled at the Angel of Time...

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