Relief and power

Asta had crossed the portal, when it closed the handcuffs he had came loose, leaving his hands free.

Only a couple of seconds passed and the ash, she could only do one thing... scream.

A loud scream that soon turned into a roar, Asta involuntarily activated his Black Form, which expanded uncontrollably across half of his body. He took out his rage on everything around him, destroying trees and roots alike, breaking up rocks and smashing them with his fists or swords, all to vent the frustration he felt.

More than an hour passed, the place where he was standing with his torn clothes showing his torso, was destroyed, it seemed as if fragmentation bombs and shrapnel had fallen through the place, entire rows of trees uprooted, large rocks broken or scattered around the place.

Finally, Asta's rage stopped, he no longer had anything to vent his frustration on. He fell to the ground almost losing consciousness, he felt upset and tears began to fall from his eyes, there he let all his sadness and pain fall equally.

Now what? It was the question that was asked.

He had no options, if he tried to return it was very likely that his acquaintances would be harmed or killed, but he couldn't stay there because he would surely die. He also did not know what step to take, and even less did he know where he was, Asta was in the middle of nowhere, he had no knowledge of his whereabouts and even less of where the area where he was was.

His head hurt from thinking so much, but not because he didn't understand, but because of frustration. They had taken everything from him, his recognition, his honor, his value and above all... his dream.

Asta fell asleep, as his being sank deep into his subconscious.

<Asta's Mind>

Asta opened his eyes and the black diabolical figure was in front of him. He smiled a Machiavellian smile while the ashy man looked at him without speaking to him. It took a while until someone finally spoke and that was the devil:

?: Well, it seems that now they left you thrown away as simple trash? ke ke ke- He asked calmly but arrogantly.

Asta: What do you want now? It is expected-. He responded with crude rudeness.

The devil looked at him contemptuously, the ash showed clear signs of loss of control, he seemed totally tired and his eyes were losing the shine they once had.

Q: Nothing new, I just see that you are eager for revenge against those who despised you. Surely those "comrades" that you call left themselves thrown away or sold to save their skins ke ke ke- I clarify with a smile on his mouth.

Asta got upset, the devil was suggesting something that made him very angry in many ways... the fact that his friends had abandoned him, that made him lose his temper. He clenched his fists and cleared his throat, ready to respond to the devil's statement.

Asta: Don't even think about saying that, damn it! - The devil paid attention to him. -They did not abandon me, they did not know about the trial and that is why they could not help me. Furthermore, I am sure that if they had known, they would have helped me. DON'T YOU DON'T THINK TO SAY THAT MY FAMILY, THE BLACK BULLS ARE COWARDS WHO SOLD ME TO SAVE THEIR SKIN from him! YOU UNDERSTAND!-He exclaimed with rage, letting out everything he had in mind regarding his companions.

The devil remained silent, looked at the ash man and stood firm. His statement was as hard as diamond.

?: And good. What are you going to do? - The most important question.

Asta didn't answer because he just...he didn't have an answer. He was on the ropes and his acting possibilities were limited.

He wanted with everything in his being to return. But it was impossible. But he had to... but he had to have a plan.

He looked at the devil again and put his fist in front of him and with determination in his words he gave his speech.

Asta: I know that devils give power in exchange for something. The devil's interest face was fully shown. -So... I'll give you my arm in exchange for power. In order to fulfill the dream of the Wizard King. The determination that he had lost moments ago was present again.

The devil could only feel happy. The bearer of him was looking to make a deal with him. That gave him a lot of happiness that he didn't have before.

?: Good. I will give you power, but in exchange you will help me with my goal. Don't ask, that's my condition. "He said as he directed his right hand toward the ash.

Asta: I understand, but let the message fulfill mine first. He responded without further ado.

The devil wrapped Asta with his giant hand and instantly Asta's arm transformed. While the power of antimagic was being condemned.

A black mass enveloped the Ashen's arm which turned black as the darkest night, while red lines traced their way through it, flickering in overflowing power while his nails became affiliated as the transformation occurred.

Asta: I hope this helps me, I appreciate you but

Now I must go. Sometimes... - she stopped as she measured her words - we could be friends.

The devil shuddered at the ash's statement. That left him extremely confused.

?: Ke ke ke what idiotic things you say dwarf. He said while flashing a somewhat macabre smile.

Asta: I say goodbye. I will use this power to help Clover, but equally, I will help you with your goal. It's something fair for what you've given me. He replied calmly.

?: Go away. Look for food and water, I don't want my carrier to die before his time. He exclaimed.

Asta: Ha at the end. If I worry you-. He kept his typical smile. -Bye bye.

Asta came back to reality. And when he looked closely at his right arm, he felt stronger, but it was still the same to him.

He looked at the sky and prepared to rest, he ignored the hunger today. Then tomorrow he would begin his journey back to Clover.

But, she decided not to rush. She decided that she would take her time to perfect his new power. Master his strength and above all, draw up an action plan.

Finally she closed her eyes in the middle of the destroyed field. She would rest and clear her mind and then continue tomorrow.

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A figure appeared through the shadows. His presence was not noticed by Asta who lay completely asleep.

The man smiled as he looked at the ash tree carefully. All while a small figure was present on his left shoulder.

?: It seems that the Wizard King was not wrong about the boy's whereabouts. The black figure while he carefully observed the ashy man.

Q: You know very well that Julius is very far-sighted with everything. I hope he hasn't forgotten you... Gimodelo-. The man said, keeping his smile.

Gimodelo: Excuse me Mr. Nacht. But I want to ask, what will he do now? I ask.

The man known as Nacht remained silent. He didn't say a word for a few seconds.

Nacht: I'm going to help you. As a favor to Julius and... as a favor to the entire Clover. He responded calmly.

Gimodelo: I understand. Mr. Nacht-. He complied calmly.

Nacht: Also-. He said getting the devil's attention. -He will be necessary for the world to survive what is coming.

Nacht (thought): Julius I just hope your predictions are correct.

At the end of his thought he faded into the shadows again.

He will continue...