Meeting of Harbingers
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During Seth’s stay in hell, he went through several horrors.
Most of it was just senseless t*****e that was meant to improve the state of his body and strengthen every aspect of himself.
However, there were two major lessons he got from the Demon Generals.
One was Magic
The other was Martial Arts.
Lilith and Asmodeus were the ones responsible for teaching him Magic, while Beleth and Paimon taught him Martial Arts.
Zagan was solely responsible for his most hellish t*****e—that sadist of a Demon.
As for their leader—Baal—he supervised all of the above, usually requesting for his training to be intensified.
Seth couldn’t also forget all the ‘special training’ that Baal gave him.
Remembering all of those things now made even Seth frown and shiver slightly.
The man before him must have thought his words were having an effect on him, but all they did was make Seth remember the true horrors of his life.
‘The Dark Angel Guild caused this…’
If they didn’t make his life so miserable, he wouldn’t have gone to hell—at least, not at the time that he did.
He would have led a happy life.
‘I’m a simple man with simple needs. These guys just ended up complicating things for me.’
Still… he couldn’t deny the results of their actions.
‘I’m a lot stronger than I was in the past—even though I went through hell for it.’
And now, he wanted to show the man a tiny aspect of it.
‘[Phantom Series: Wave Of Despair]’
As Seth placed his hand on Bruno’s shoulder, his crimson eyes glowed.
He was staring straight into the man’s mind, piercing straight into his soul.
‘The eyes are a window to the soul, and yours is quite messy…’
Seth smiled as he inserted just a tiny bit of the Wave of Despair into his opponent’s Soul.
~WHUSH!~
Like a gust of wind, darkness swiftly moved from Rey’s eyes and dug itself into Bruno’s.
And then—
“UWAAAAAGHHHHHH!!!”
A blood-curdling cry rushed from Bruno’s gaping mouth.
Tears began flowing from his darkened eyes as he collapsed to his knees.
The ‘senior’ desperately clawed at his own face as he drowned in his screams.
‘Looks like something of this level is enough to affect him…’ Seth watched Bruno pull out his hair and rip apart his office-suit.
It looked like such a waste, but Seth let it happen.
‘The Phantom Series is among the lowest Tiers of Spells in Hell…’
Magic existed in Tiers—from the first to the ninth tier.
After that was the Supreme Tier.
Only the Demon Generals were capable of that level of Magic.
‘I heard Boss can use an even higher Tier, but I don’t know much about that…’
Among these Tiers, the Phantom Series fell within the first to third Tiers, depending on the kind of Spell.
‘I can’t use anything higher than Tier 3 right now thanks to my current Miasma Level, but it’s good to know I can use Magic here…’
Back in Hell, everything was overflowing with Miasma, so he could harness all that energy to cast even higher Tiers of Spells.
However, he was only limited to the little amount he had with him at the moment.
‘Thankfully, I can recover my Miasma over time. Still, it’s too inadequate.’
That was why he had to get stronger as soon as possible.
‘Since the Phantom Series affects the mind, he should be fine physically. Though, I suspect his mind will give out soon and he’ll die like this.’
Seth didn’t care about that, though.
He made sure he was still Invisible before leaving the yelling and screeching Bruno alone.
‘On to more serious business…’
*******
[Meanwhile]
Within a pure white conference room, a round table was set at the center. Twelve seats expertly surrounded the table, and different people sat on them.
The vast expanse oozed with such intimidating pressure that anyone who entered would instantly feel it.
A normal person could even collapse—if not die—from mere exposure to this level of Mana.
“I’m coming in…” A woman’s voice echoed from beyond the room, and not long after, the doors flung wide open.
A young lady, appearing no older than twenty, walked in with grace.
Her white hair trailed behind her as her beautiful blue eyes shimmered like gems.
Her long white jacket danced as her pure white armor tightly clung to her pretty skin.
“Looks like it’s officially begun…” She whispered as she was met with the gazes of ten of her comrades.
“Sorry we couldn’t wait for you.
“You’re late.”
“What took you so long?”
These questions danced in the air as she took her seat among her allies.
All of them—with the exception of a boy on her far right—appeared older than her, yet they accorded her with sufficient respect despite her tardiness.
“Apologies. I was caught up in a private business.”
Her tone was so calm and devoid of emotions. It sounded cold, and many could interpret it to mean that she wasn’t sorry at all.
But no one in the room minded.
This was how she—The Virgo Apostle—always acted.
“I don’t see Taurus.” She muttered, looking at the only empty seat among the twelve. “He didn’t come?”
“He left early.
“I wouldn’t even be surprised if he didn’t show up. That guy…”
“He probably wants to get a head start in challenging the Tower.”
As the Apostles talked about Taurus, Virgo only shrugged quietly.
She had satiated her curiosity, so the only thing that remained was the imminent discussion about the Black Tower and their plans for it.
“The Government has still not given us the go-ahead to begin Clearing the Towers. I wonder why they’re being stubborn at this point…” A voice reverberated among the eleven present.
“Maybe they want to try clearing it on their own? It’s no secret that they’re already hiring Harbingers on their end and increasing the number of Magic Items they have so that their agents can wield them.”
The reason that the Governments all over the world were taking this action was—in simple terms—due to the increasing power of the Twelve Apostles.
They were not a political body, but their popularity and power made them just as mighty in the sphere.
“They’re still trying to hang onto their little nuggets of control. Give it time, and they’ll be running back to us.”
The one who spoke was a man who had a jovial face—as if he wore a mask that endlessly smiled.
He had a hat on his face and a pure white suit. He appeared to be a jester, but his black irises showed something deeper and darker within.
“I suppose you’re right.”
“Meh! This was inevitable…”
“In the end, we’re the only ones who can face the Demons—especially Arch or Grand Class upwards.”
“And let’s not talk about the Generals…”
In the end, the Apostles unanimously believed one thing—this world needed them.
“It’s only a matter of time…”
As everyone kept talking, the voice of one man finally shattered the mostly unserious air around them.
“What do you think about all of this, Virgo?”
The man who spoke had golden armor on, and his long blond hair majestically flowed behind his exposed face.
He was Leo, the unofficial strongest among the Twelve, and his Guild was also the largest.
He had been silent for the most part, but now he had his eyes on one person.
Virgo herself.
“I’m not sure. But I think we should be more on the lookout for our adversary—the Harbinger of Hell…”
As soon as she said this, the mood in the room changed.
Everyone’s eyes darted towards Virgo, and Leo parted his lips to speak.
“So that’s what held you up for so long…” He made a small smirk.
Virgo’s expression didn’t change, but her silence might have well been a confirmation of his words.
“So would you like to tell us the identity of this Harbinger?” The question echoed in the air.
“Did you find him?”
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