"Who is he?"
"You might not believe it."
Hill raised his voice, "Tell me!"
The young man hesitated for a moment, then continued.
"The Devil, he's a Devil."
"Devil..."
Hill seemed confused, then the young man added again, "To be precise, he borrowed the body of the Chosen One, allowing him to freely act in the mortal world."
"Now his power is sealed within a mortal's body, this is the best time to hunt him."
Hill ignored the young man's words, filled with curiosity, he asked.
"Those thunderstorms... Is that your power, are you a Celestial God?"
"Celestial God?"
The young man seemed to hear a joke, he shook his head, "I'm no Celestial God, as for those thunderstorms..."
Intricate light tracks extended on the young man's arm, thunderlight rolled in his eyes, "This is an extraordinary technology called the Alchemy Matrix."
Hill gazed at the dazzling brilliance, he knew only such power could kill those frenzied evil.
