Card Apprentice Daily Log



Date- 13 April 2321

Time- 9:56

Location- Southern Region, Southern Capital

Wyatt's relentless advance showed no signs of halting, undeterred even as the devil himself abruptly ceased his movement and initiated a remarkable display of power by summoning forth three distinct rule domains each layer intricately interwoven with the others. This complex fusion was a testament to Belphegor's mastery over all three rules. 

Yet, this was far from dissuading Wyatt, this existence-threatening manifestation did not deter his advance in any way. His gaze remained resolute and unyielding, fixed upon his adversary. A palpable tension hung in the air as he continued to advance into the depths of the three domains, with an air of solemnity and focused intent. 

Observing Wyatt's audacious charge into the depth of his rule domains, a sinister grin slowly crept across Belphegor's face. The grotesque curvature of his lips revealed a chilling revelation—that Wyatt's seemingly reckless advance was within its calculations. In fact, he was counting on it as it was an integral piece of his plan.

Within the depths of his malevolent smile lay the undeniable evidence of Belphegor's machinations. His eyes had a chilling shine highlighting the depths of his cunning mind. As the pieces of his plan fell into place, Belphegor's grin deepened, casting an eerie glow upon his features. 

With a resounding cry of "Grief Tripodia," Belhpegor assumed a poised position that embodied both grace and raw power. His body initiated a fluid sway, while his hands and feet weaved with an enigmatic rhythm, charming all onlookers. As his movements unfolded, the very air around him responded, causing the razor-sharp wind rule to ripple in tandem with his actions. Meanwhile, the molten lava beneath him appeared to echo his motion, creating an entrancing spectacle of synchronized dance between the devil and three different rules. 

As Wyatt ventured further into the heart of the three domains, reaching a point where retreating would prove challenging, a transformation came over Belphegor. His eyes, once intense, now blazed with anger that set off deafening thunderous claps and searing bolts of lightning in the dark clouds above.

It was as though the three elemental rules of the three domains responded to Belphegor's overwhelming emotions, which found their expression through the fluid movements of his body. It was as if the fundamental rules of each domain were stirred by his intense feelings, causing a symphony of disastrous reactions within them.

Belphegor expertly lifted his right arm, swiftly bringing it down in a precise motion, while simultaneously elevating his left arm with a grasping gesture before forcefully driving it downward. Soon after, a piercing gust of wind swirling around Wyatt's advancing body coalesced directly above him, then ruthlessly descended, striking him from the heavens. Simultaneously, a towering column of molten lava erupted from beneath, engulfing him before receding to the ground with him in it.

Watching Wyatt become consumed by the lava, Belphgor's body weaved as he swiftly his hands from beneath and clapped them together, mimicking the motion of waves slamming on the ground. Similarly, the molten lava that surrounded the area transformed into undulating waves, crashing with relentless force upon the very spot where Wyatt had been engulfed. This fierce surge of lava surged forth, driving him even deeper into its searing embrace, effectively burying him further beneath its fiery torrent.

Following the intense and climactic events, Belphegor's chest heaved with a mixture of emotions. With a palpable sense of relief washing over him, he exhaled slowly, the breath escaping his lips a visible plume of icy mist. As a result, the area around Wyatt, which had been covered in lava, went through a change. The temperature in the area began to decrease until the hot molten lava slowly cooled and turned into solid stone.

Then, Belphegor's hands came alive in a flurry of rapid and precise motions, mirroring the graceful arcs and slashes of a skilled swordsman. Following his moments the sharp wind rule in the area where molten lava was frozen solid began to become sharper, faster, and wilder as it began to descend on the lava stone slicing and dicing it into tiny pieces. The sound of the wind cutting through rocks resounded in the air. 

Belphgor's expression remained intense and would not relax until he sees the remains of Wyatt's body along with his grimoire and ego gem. Keeping one eye on the wind chopping the frozen lava and the other on his surrounding, Belphegor did not dare to let his guard down. 

As the gusting wind sliced through the final remnants of frozen lava Belphegor's face contorted in a mix of shock and disbelief. His search amidst the rubble yielded no trace of Wyatt's body, ego gem, or grimoire. Soon a sense of urgency settled over him like a heavy cloud. Determinedly, he started to carefully examine his surroundings, scouring every nook and cranny for even the faintest hint of Wyatt's presence.

In the vast expanse of the three rule domains, Belphegor held almost boundless control. He scoured every nook and cranny, leaving no stone unturned. Yet, he remained unsuccessfully in locating Wyatt within their confines. Despite Belphegor's pseudo-omniscience within the rule domains, Wyatt managed to slip away from his series of attacks from within the three rule domains. He did so without leaving any trace or clue behind, an act that sent an unsettling shiver down the devil's spine.

The three rule domains, which Belphegor had invoked to ensnare Wyatt now had transformed into a shielded sanctuary, guarding him against evasive maneuvers and attacks of Wyatt. 

At the moment, he hesitated to venture beyond the boundaries of the three rule domains he had summoned. Instead, he chose to reactivate his Hourglass relic, collecting more sand within it and aligning his time rule master with the card world's time, all while safely ensconced beneath the protective shield of the three rule domains. 

Belphegor's actions weren't driven by cowardice, but rather by shrewdness, after witnessing that Wyatt had deftly evaded certain death in their battle on three separate occasions.