"It's just a fragment," Guillotine said. "That's definitely not the real thing."0

"I know that. But does it really matter if it's real or not right now?" Caron replied, his voice tense.0

"It does make a difference. If you were facing the actual Demon King, you'd be out of your mind by now. Dead, probably," Guillotine pointed out.0

"That's beside the point!" Caron shouted, but his words were drowned out by an explosive crash as the towering fortress began to collapse.0

"Fragment or not, we're all going to die if this keeps up!" Caron yelled.0

In a mere three seconds, the Demon King had unleashed a violet greatsword, slicing the massive fortress in two. As the structure crumbled beneath him, Caron found himself plunging downward with nothing to catch his fall. The ground drew closer and closer…0

But with a soft whoosh, a high-level wind spirit summoned by Orion wrapped itself around Caron. It lowered him gently to the ground. Caron landed with a thud, turning to gaze at the remains of the shattered fortress. It was split cleanly in two, its cut surface eerily smooth. If that sword had touched him, he would have been sliced in half...0