Prologue

The moon was exhibiting a really bloody hue, he can clearly see it with the way he was lying down. Who would have thought his second life would end like this. A life where he became a king and was on the way to becoming a god. To have a great girl who was always with him but to later see her die while trying to protect him from the demons.

He also managed to be together with someone amazing and he's just hoping she managed to escape so the humans and witches will still have a chance at the next Battle of Divine Will. If she, his sister and the few other witches can safely get to the Sleeping Island, Thunder, as well as the remaining witches of Sleeping Spell, can think with them of another plan to fight.

His whole body was hurting so much that he can't move. Even to grimace because of the pain was sheer agony. This must be how it is with the destruction of all those hundreds of years he got from the battle of souls. Really, who would have thought...?

He closed his eyes and waited for the end.