Golden clouds flowed in the colorful sky.

It was a beautiful landscape that made people excited.

Drasion quietly opened his eyes and wiped his cheeks with the back of his hand.

The liquid that flowed down the rough, hard skin was clearly tears.

“......”

Drasion’s eyes shook.

The world he saw in his dreams was a place of darkness everywhere and it made him feel empty and afraid.

A strange but nostalgic voice echoed in his confused mind—

“I don’t want to face your ugly eyes stained with the light of passion anymore.”

“

Uh... uuuuuh...

”

He had regained his memories, so why did he miss the scenery and voice that couldn’t be found in his memories.

Why was his heart so cold and pained?

What was this terrible solitude?

Drasion held his head in agony and recalled a human he met during his days as Biplonz.

“You were born in a strange place after your previous life.”

The white-haired human who seemed to know his previous life—the eyes of the person who looked at him contained both ridicule and sympathy.

‘Is he talking about the me in the past, or who I am now?’

An absurd question came to mind and made Drasion feel ferocious. The turmoil that came like a tsunami made him feel more confused and afraid.

Somehow, he felt a sense of anxiety like he shouldn’t just sit still.

The desire to quickly dye the world with his curse and inflict the same confusion and pain that he felt in others arose.

This was pure instinct.

An instinct that couldn’t be resisted.

‘...I have to leave this place first.’

An abyss filled with deep darkness—in the Abyss, the entrance to hell and the exit to the earth coexisted, but Drasion only looked at the exit.

He was a great demon who had experienced pain on the earth and there was the variable called Grid protecting the earth. Even so, the world he wanted was the earth, not hell.

Why?

Drasion himself didn’t understand his unusual obsession.

Flap.

Drasion raised his crouching body. Black feathers fluttered in all directions as he spread open his wings.

He was trying to fly out when his ankle was grabbed by a hand rising from the ground.

Drasion looked down in a startled manner and saw red eyes.

“Is there a need to be so anxious?”

The owner of the eyes exuded enough magic power to make even Drasion nervous.

It was demonic energy that was thick enough to dye the golden clouds that Drasion saw in his dreams black.

“Baal...”

The 1st great demon—Drasion vividly remembere