Meanwhile, in the Divine Realm.
The moment Asmodeus awakened, the lower heavens shook with a dangerous quake, causing the dozens of weak deities with low ranks to panic. His Divine pressure was so intense that many of them collapsed and foamed at the mouth.
"How can this be!?" A handsome male holding a harp trembled, his fingers bleeding from the rapidly vibrating strings. "My harp... betrayed me!?" The god of music and entertainment, Yasus, gasped.
The harp, an instrument of his soul, but with the dark, violent aura invading the lower heavens, shattered that bond, and part of his soul became another's as the harp stained black and deformed into a weird shape.
A wooden base shaped like an upside-down V, a long, narrow neck with a sharp-angled tip and six strings... "What is this!?"
While the gods lost connection to their soul items that lingered around the heavens, the many guardians who protected the entrance to divine lands rushed around in panic.
"Who is the enemy!?"
