All of the demons eventually died, but that came at a cost—the lives of three of the five heroes.

“You and I are the only ones who survived,” the Grand Alchemist, Minerva said as she held onto her bloodied arm.

“I see,” Sirian replied. He, on the other hand, did not seem to have taken any damage at all.

Minerva took a deep breath as she leaned on a rock. However, as she was collecting her breath while slumped against the rock; she suddenly felt a burning sensation in her chest. She looked down at her chest, and to her surprise, she saw a spear tip protruding from it.

“Keheok…!” Minerva barely managed to stand up, as she was about to collapse. She looked at Sirian with eyes full of anger and said, “As I expected… It was you… You were the one trying to open the doors of Pandemonium…”

“You’re right. You’re too sharp, Minerva. You should’ve just died to the demons, just like the others. Now I have to kill you with my own hands,” Sirian said.

“What are you trying to achieve…? Why?! Why did you betray us…?!” Minerva asked, barely hanging on to life.

Sirian twisted the spear that penetrated Minerva’s heart, and she threw up blood before collapsing. Sirian flicked his spear to rid it of her blood and said, “Don’t worry, the doors of Pandemonium won’t open—yet. There are...