At the same time that Jormungandr began his fight with the Devil Lord Verelion, another battle was taking place far away—one utterly opposite to the fiery desert. In the inferno that was the First Layer of Hell lay a massive ice field crowned with towering peaks. It was a truly strange sight, some saying it was born from the death of a massively powerful Devil Lord.
Atop one of the highest peaks of this ice field stood a winged figure, gazing at the golden dome that covered everything. His elongated, humanoid draconic frame appeared built for motion—sleek and sharp, as if shaped by speed itself. Massive wings spread wide, torn and blazing with streaks of red energy that hinted at violent acceleration and sudden bursts of power. His legs and arms looked capable of clearing shocking distances in an instant.
He was Devil Lord Bekin, an embodiment of speed and acceleration—a sovereign who ruled not by weight or brute force, but by unstoppable momentum.
