Their prolonged battle caused Brihaspati’s illusory domain to begin tearing apart, vulnerable to Azazel’s sword strikes. Although Brihaspati could restore it, the damage only intensified as their exchanges continued, fueled by their symbiotic connection.
Azazel’s Sacred Sword, in essence, was an extension of his being, but with a different interpretation. To unify their powers, Azazel merged his sword’s soul with his own, effectively erasing his individual soul. The sword’s soul was non-meta physical, as it originated from Cronos, an abstract being governing natural laws.
Cronos’ laws possessed an abstract nature, as he created them without the knowledge of the creator god. Consequently, Cronos’ laws defied conventional existence, operating on the principle of non-existence.
To touch or nullify Azazel’s sword, one needed authority over the cycle of laws, such as Brihaspati, who derived his powers from Cronos’ laws. Other laws would be ineffective against Azazel’s sword, which measured 130 cm in length, resembling a samurai sword but with distinct differences, and weighed 5.5 kg.
Their battle was filled with excitement and joy, as they continually adapted to their surroundings, transforming environmental energy into their own. As long as they had their environment, they could tap into limitless energy.
As Azazel’s sword reached its maximum energy, the illusions created by Brihaspati shattered and dissipated instantly. Brihaspati laughed with a slightly pleased expression. A falling star descended from the domain of Brihaspati’s illusions, and Azazel suddenly woke up, as if he had been dreaming.
Azazel felt a headache, causing his natural energy to dwindle and plummet drastically. He woke up from his sleep, remembering the events prior, and upon seeing the dead bear he had killed, Azazel recalled that he was fighting Brihaspati.
Without a doubt, Brihaspati had rewound time and manipulated Azazel’s memories, but Azazel still remembered his past experiences. Azazel’s brain possessed a unique property, akin to the unpredictable nature of human behavior, making it impossible to predict, erase, or nullify his memories.
Before his reincarnation, Azazel had locked his memory folders into a unified entity within his soul.
Azazel returned home, storing the bear in one of his dimensional pockets, while holding his bow, he couldn’t help but feel the desire to become a full-fledged human. He found life on Earth more enjoyable than existence in the blank canvas realm.
As he walked towards his house, he remembered the amulet necklace that could teleport him. Azazel grasped the necklace and pressed it quickly, instantly appearing outside his front door.
Azazel entered, finding his parents busy preparing dinner recipes. “Mom, Dad, I’m home.”
“Oh, Azazel, you’re back! Are you okay?” his mother asked.
“I’m fine, Mom. I successfully brought back a bear for dinner tonight,” Azazel replied.
His father chuckled, “Haha, that’s my son! You should have inherited my hunting skills, kiddo.”
His mother intervened, “Enough, dear. Azazel, go take a bath, and I’ll bring you some clothes.”
“Okay, Mom…”
