As energy from the beam of light infused it, fiery cracks slowly appeared on the massive egg's black shell.
The eyes of the Demon relief on the throne also lit up with a dazzling red glow.
Sirio watched all this in silence, his face a mask of devotion, but inwardly, he was silently counting the time.
Just a moment longer, just a little longer!
Sirio's palm slowly moved to the edge of the pitch-black book on the stone platform.
Demon God from Hell, all you need to do is send your Strength over here! As for the soul, there's no need for that!
Sirio's eyes gradually narrowed, and his fingers resting on the stone platform began to tremble slightly.
Seeing his long-orchestrated plan on the brink of success, he could even hear his own heartbeat.
"Rachel! My daughter, where are you?"
Just as Sirio was intently focused on the massive egg, a sudden, hoarse shout nearly made him cry out.
His peripheral vision swept towards the source of the sound, revealing a strange Bizarre.
