"An Alpha-Omega Overgod True Depravita…"
In the Nine Empyrean Suns Universe, those words meant only one thing: a life-and-death enemy. But here, in the Crimson World, such beings were counted as allies.
Cain was not particularly surprised. If the Demon King had been capable of shaping Meylin into the True Depravita of Original Sin, then surely he possessed the power to evolve others. The process was neither easy nor common—it required unfathomable energy and mastery of cosmic power—but if anyone stood at the summit high enough to achieve it, it was the Demon King himself.
Zarazel, the True Depravita of Fear, studied Cain with eyes like hollow voids. After a moment he gave a slow nod and turned back to the sea of glowing chains and screens before him. His voice was low, resonant, a whisper that seemed to scratch against the soul.
