The palace trembled under the weight of converging powers. The throne room—once a grand testament to infernal majesty—had become the stage of an impossible convergence: a mortal defying eternity.
Aamon's laughter echoed through the fractured chamber as Zero's shadow finished forming, its shape crystallizing into flesh and presence.
At first, the Devil King appeared wholly unbothered. His crimson eyes narrowed slightly as he watched the emerging figure—identical in build, in posture, in poise—to the human standing before him.
Then his laughter erupted. Deep. Mocking. Almost joyful.
"Hah…! This is your grand answer?" His voice boomed through the crumbling hall. "A shadow of yourself? A mere reflection? You disappoint me, Zero Elea!"
