The deeper they went, the heavier the silence became.
Even the monsters seemed to thin out—as if something far more dangerous lay ahead.
Finally, they stopped.
A small campfire crackled in the darkness of the mine, its faint glow barely pushing back the shadows.
Emily sat across from Lucifer, watching him quietly.
"So," she began, "why are you going this deep, Lucifer?"
Lucifer leaned back casually.
"Mithril. I need it for my armor."
Her bodyguard snorted.
"You'd be lucky to get enough for a dagger. Armor? That's impossible."
Emily shook her head gently.
"I think he can do it."
Then her eyes shifted—landing on Chirin.
"...What is that creature?"
Lucifer smirked.
"My spirit sword. Chirin."
Emily's expression softened instantly.
"It's... adorable."
Chirin froze.
Lucifer grinned wider.
"Want to hold him?"
"Can I?"
"Sure."
Before Chirin could react—
Emily picked him up, gently petting him.
Chirin: "........."
Then—
"YOU BASTARD WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"
Lucifer burst out laughing.
"Enjoy it. And show some respect to your master."
The bodyguard muttered under his breath,
"...He bullies his own sword. What kind of lunatic is this..."
After resting, they moved deeper.
And then—
They found it.
A cavern glittering with rare ores.
Emily immediately got to work, collecting materials with focused precision.
Lucifer scanned the area.
Then he saw it.
Mithril.
A massive chunk of it.
But—
It was embedded in the chest of a colossal golem.
The ground trembled with every movement it made.
The bodyguard stepped forward.
"Give up. You can't beat that alone."
Lucifer smiled.
"Criticism just makes it more fun."
And before anyone could stop him—
He vanished.
The next second—
He appeared in front of the golem.
CLANG!
His blade struck—
But barely scratched it.
Lucifer clicked his tongue.
"Sturdy."
The golem swung—
A massive fist crashing down.
Lucifer dodged instantly—his Sixth Sense guiding every movement.
Then—
Chunks of rock lifted into the air.
Telekinesis.
He hurled them at the golem—
BOOM!
They shattered.
But that wasn't the point.
Dust filled the air.
Vision blocked.
Lucifer disappeared again—
Reappearing behind it.
A precise strike—
A crack.
A weak point revealed.
Lucifer's eyes gleamed.
"Got you."
He raised his pistols.
Blue flames ignited.
BANG.
BOOM.
The core shattered.
The giant collapsed.
Moments later—
Lucifer pulled the mithril free.
"Done."
But then—
The ground shook violently.
A roar echoed.
Then another.
And another.
From the darkness—
Wyverns.
Dozens of them.
Lucifer frowned.
"...Why are they here?"
The bodyguard snapped,
"How should I know?!"
Emily stepped forward urgently.
"The mine is collapsing—we need to leave!"
Lucifer looked around.
"Exit?"
"There's a mine shaft—follow me!"
They ran.
Rocks fell.
The ceiling cracked.
Wyverns chased them relentlessly.
Finally—
They reached it.
A minecart.
They jumped in.
The cart sped forward—
But the wyverns didn't stop.
"They're still coming!" the bodyguard shouted.
Lucifer sighed.
"Persistent pests."
"Protect the cart!" the bodyguard yelled.
Lucifer rolled his eyes.
"Thanks. I wouldn't have figured that out."
Steel clashed.
Flames roared.
The cart sped through darkness—
Until—
Light appeared ahead.
Emily smiled.
"We made it—!"
Then her face froze.
"...No."
It wasn't daylight.
It was lava.
A massive river of molten death awaited them.
Lucifer stared.
"...You brought us to hell."
Emily panicked.
"I—I didn't know!"
The bodyguard shouted,
"Think! Now!"
Lucifer's eyes sharpened.
Then—
He smiled.
"We jump."
"...What?" Emily whispered.
"Onto the wyverns."
They stared at him.
"Are you insane?!"
"They'll fly to avoid the lava. We ride them out."
Silence.
No better option.
The cart neared the edge.
Lucifer grabbed Emily.
"Hold tight."
And jumped.
Mid-air—
He landed on a wyvern.
Drove his blade deep into its back.
It shrieked—but flew upward.
The others followed.
And moments later—
They burst out of the mine.
Alive.
They crash-landed outside.
Lucifer stood up, brushing dust off.
"You owe me."
Emily nodded.
"...Of course."
Then—
They looked up.
And everything changed.
The sky was burning.
The Dwarven Kingdom—
Was in flames.
Wyverns filled the sky.
Buildings crumbled.
Screams echoed.
Lucifer narrowed his eyes.
"...So it begins."
Emily dropped to her knees.
"...No..."
Her voice broke.
"My kingdom..."
The bodyguard clenched his fists.
"Princess—stay strong!"
Lucifer turned.
"Crying won't fix it."
The guard snapped.
"Have some heart!"
Lucifer's voice turned cold.
"Have some sense."
Silence.
Emily wiped her tears.
Then stood.
"...We go to the palace."
They ran through chaos.
Fighting their way forward.
Until—
They saw it.
A massive battle.
The Dwarven King—
Inside a giant war machine.
Facing—
An Earth Dragon.
The king was losing.
Emily stepped forward.
"I have to help—"
Lucifer grabbed her.
"Don't."
"I can't just—"
"You'll only get him killed faster."
She froze.
"...Then what do we do?"
Lucifer watched closely.
"Wait."
The king roared—
Pouring everything into one final strike.
BOOM.
The dragon staggered.
Lucifer's eyes lit up.
"Now."
Emily rushed in—pulling her father back.
The guard shielded them.
Lucifer—
Charged forward.
He ran across the dragon's body.
Struck its eye.
The dragon roared—
Attacked—
But the strike wasn't aimed at him.
It was aimed at them.
Lucifer shouted—
"MOVE—!"
Too late.
The guard stepped in.
Shield raised.
Impact.
Silence.
He fell.
"...Princess... live..."
Emily trembled.
But didn't stop.
Lucifer stepped forward.
Now alone.
He smiled.
"...Now it's just us."
The dragon snarled.
"You dare—"
Lucifer vanished.
The battle exploded.
Claws.
Wings.
Stone spikes.
Lucifer dodged everything—speed and instinct merging perfectly.
He mocked.
Provoked.
Controlled the flow.
Then—
He took a hit.
Sent flying.
Blood spilled.
The dragon laughed.
"You're nothing."
Lucifer coughed—
Then smiled.
"...Gotcha."
He fired.
Missed.
The dragon scoffed.
Lucifer pointed upward.
"Look."
Above—
A massive container.
Filled with lava.
Chains breaking.
The dragon reacted—
Breath attack aimed upward—
To stop it.
Lucifer moved.
Fast.
Too fast.
His blade pierced its neck.
The breath stopped.
And then—
The chains snapped.
Lava fell.
A burning apocalypse.
The dragon screamed—
As molten death swallowed it whole.
Silence.
Smoke.
Ash.
Lucifer stood there.
Breathing slowly.
Then—
He smiled.
"Sayonara."