Chapter 8 – The Confession and the Salvation

Igor backed away, his face terrified. "W-What kind of creature are you!?"

I smiled maliciously and with satisfaction. My movements were invisible. In an instant, I was standing in front of him. With a snap of my fingers, all the remaining Golems on the battlefield shattered into dust. The hundreds of remaining undead fell silent. Igor trembled, realizing that the magic possessed by the man in front of him was not human magic.

"Wait... this power... it's very familiar," Igor mumbled, his voice trembling. "Your dark magic is so pure... why is your magic so similar to the Demon King, Oberon?"

I sighed, as if bored with the question. I stepped forward, making Igor stumble in fear. Suddenly, my black eyes glowed a brighter red, and a dark aura enveloped my body.

"Because... I am the Demon King," I whispered.

My cold and cynical laughter echoed in Igor's ears. The Necromancer's eyes widened, filled with horror as he finally realized the true identity behind the hero. Before he could scream, his heart stopped beating. He was killed by the hidden power that had now returned.

As soon as Igor died, all the undead still standing fell silent. Their bodies began to crack, then turned to ash. In a matter of seconds, the village that had been full of the living dead was now quiet and clean. Seraphine and Layla could only watch the scene, realizing that the world they knew had just changed.

Layla, with staggering steps, began to search for signs of life. Under a pile of rubble, she found six small children cowering in fear, their bodies full of wounds. Seraphine, seeing this, immediately knelt before them, trying to project the rest of her healing magic. But she was too tired. Her hands trembled, and her magic light faded.

I approached them lazily. "A hassle," I muttered to myself. I knelt beside Seraphine, who looked at me with a pleading gaze. I raised my palm toward the children, my eyes glowing a dark red again, but only for a moment. Without a complicated spell, I simply uttered one word in a low voice.

"Health."

A pale green light, so dense and warm, enveloped the children, healing their wounds instantly. After that, I got up. With a wave of my hand, I manipulated the elements around me. Pieces of wood flew through the air, forming a simple table. Then, with my magic, I created warm food that smelled delicious.

From behind the rubble, one by one, other small children appeared. In total there were 15 children who survived. Reluctantly, I healed them all again and gave them all food.

Seraphine and Layla could only watch. They saw the man who had just defeated the Necromancer so cruelly, now become a hero who fed children. In the middle of the ruins, they knew that the biggest question of their lives had just begun: Was their Hero the Demon King?