The two fought like madmen,
earthquakes ripping through the land without pause.
From afar ..
no one could interfere.
All they could do…
was watch.
"This is bad .. if this continues, they'll destroy all of Helmond!"
Izalith screamed, fully grasping the gravity of the situation.
But she suddenly fell silent.
She felt something ominous behind her.
"Yes… creatures like these must not be allowed to fight without restraints.
They are beings that should not exist in this world."
A deep, aged voice spoke from behind Izalith.
When she turned ..
he was already standing beside her.
A strange old man with a long white beard and features carved by extreme age.
He wore a filthy, long black robe,
his hands clasped calmly behind his back.
His clear blue eyes were fixed on the battle between Agaroth and Odin
as he stepped forward slowly.
"You… one of the Dukedom of Hell…
Maskeith…"
Izalith whispered his name.
Maskeith did not acknowledge her.
"This land has suffered enough,"
