Card Apprentice Daily Log

Belphegor thought Wyatt was bluffing, hoping Belphegor would let go of his hand out of fear. Thus, Belphegor didnʼt loosen his hold on Wyattʼs hand; he did the opposite. He tightened the chain around Wyattʼs wrist and attempted to drain his vitality. He felt a sense of accomplishment for seeing through Wyattʼs deception. It was satisfying to achieve a victory over Wyatt, having repeatedly fallen for his schemes and losing to him. 

Nevertheless, while Belphegor was rejoicing, he noticed Wyattʼs body suddenly become lifeless, as it had abruptly drifted into slumber. Before Belphegor could wrap his head around the confusion, Wyattʼs body burst forth in a massive explosion.

*Boom* 

The explosion thundered with a deafening roar, ripping through the air and sending shockwaves that reverberated across the landscape. Its brilliance was blinding, casting a radiant cascade of light that painted the entire southern capital in a surreal, transient glow as if the very fabric of the city had momentarily transformed into a mesmerizing tapestry of brilliance.

In the midst of the explosionʼs unleashed chaos, a mere heartbeat seemed to stretch into eternity, causing even the demigods locked in fierce combat with the devils to momentarily halt their clashes. The ferocious exchange of blows came to an abrupt standstill as they collectively reeled from the cataclysmic force, a haunting echo of the explosionʼs destructive power sending an unsettling shiver down their spines.

”Wyatt!” Ann and Jillʼs voices melded in a frantic chorus, their cries slicing through the air like desperate pleas. Their eyes locked onto the spectacle of the explosion, but the ensuing surge of blinding radiance and the concussive force of the blast swiftly coerced them to shield their vulnerable eyes and avert their gazes. The sheer intensity of the detonation imposed a momentary darkness upon their vision, compelling them to turn away and seek refuge from the overwhelming maelstrom of light and energy.

The very site of the explosion now lay shrouded in a dense veil of dust and smoke, an opaque curtain that enshrouded the aftermath in an air of uncertainty. Amidst this swirling haze, the fate of the devil, Belphegor, who was at the center of the explosion remained a mystery.