Helmut: The Forsaken Child - H.F.C Chapter 447 (Part 1):

The world was shrouded in utter darkness.

As if an eternal night had descended, the land, sea, and sky were all cloaked in pitch black.

A colossal abyss of darkness yawned open toward the earth.

From that ominous, massive gate, an evil force slithered forth, writhing and spreading.

A power belonging to another world, or perhaps the demon realm. A destructive force that rejected the life of this world.

Humans called it *magi*.

From the boundless sea of the demon realm, an endless tide of *magi* surged forth.

This tide swallowed the creatures of the earth, unable to breathe in its depths, submerging them and claiming them as prey.

And sometimes, it tainted them, transforming them into entirely different beings.

Beings that belonged to it.

At the places overtaken by *magi*, all manner of plants and animals began to change.

Absorbing *magi*, they lost their original forms or, in some cases, their gentle spirits.

They became monsters known as *demonic beasts*.

And among those ferocious creatures, *it* existed. Something in the shape of a human. A formless demonic beast.

No, a mass of *magi*.

It neither breathed nor ate nor drank. It was merely a will, existing solely because it possessed power and thought.

That will desired one thing: to engulf the entire world in *magi*.

To annihilate all beings that opposed its power.

The will moved slowly. It was the core and center of *magi*.

All things imbued with *magi* bowed in reverence, submitting to each step the will took.

It was akin to a king. Thus, humans called it the Demon King.

The *magi* the Demon King possessed seemed almost infinite.

A crack, its origins and timing unknown, had fully split open, giving rise to a gate.

The *magi* endlessly pouring from this gate was like an unceasing supply of soldiers in a war.

Growing ever stronger, ever fiercer, the Demon King expanded its dominion.

Many creatures were absorbed into its *magi*, and even humans knelt before the immense power of darkness it offered.

They chose to betray the world they were born into, becoming traitors of their own will.

But the Demon King, rushing forth like a tidal wave, met fierce resistance. The power of this world was not to be underestimated.

The Demon King was a foreign entity, infiltrating this world head-on.

To repel the *magi*, the Spirit of the Earth stirred. And the entity known as Lumen began to move as well.

It was a true clash of worlds. This was depicted as a wave of power within a crystal orb.

A holy beam of light and the power of the spirits stood against the darkness. A majestic yet brutal struggle.

Many clashes and losses followed.

But in the end, victory belonged to this world.

The ground they stood upon was part of this world, and every force, from life to death, supported them.

The Demon King was pierced by the spears of light and earth, its power scattering like mist.

A sacred barrier, forged entirely from Lumen’s will and divine power.

It sealed the gate while containing the *magi*.

The Demon King was a will that could not exist without power.

It was a will that came alive only when *magi* coalesced.

*Magi* was the will inherent in the power itself, much like the divine power that was the very will of *Lumen*, its opposite.

Thus, as long as the demon realm remained closed, the Demon King could not revive.

Within the sacred barrier, a forest grew. The forest rapidly consumed the *magi*, thriving as it did so.

That forest was called *Roots*. The Forest of Death, known as the demon realm.

And a thousand years passed.

The crystal orb returned to the arms of the High Priest.

All was cloaked in silence.

“This is the memory of a thousand years ago… and…”

High Priest Levina spoke with a pale face.

“The memory of Lumen.”

It was a memory encapsulating the Demon King War from a thousand years ago, which led to the existence of the Forest of Roots.

Lumen had left this as a sacred artifact in the Temple.

So that future generations would remain vigilant. So that the Temple would deeply engrave its mission.

The Temple’s mission was to protect the world from the power of *magi*. Whenever a High Priest was born, they gazed upon the record etched in this crystal orb.

And they shuddered at the terrifying power and form of the Demon King.

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