The void was a place of absolute silence, a cold, starless black that stretched between all the multiverses. It was here, in this perfect emptiness, that Nova and Mammon traveled, two points of divine light on a journey set by their master.
"By the way, what happened to your friends in the demonic realm?" Nova's voice was a gentle hum in the silence, a casual question meant to pass the immeasurable time.
Mammon, who was currently guiding them through the currents of the void, hesitated for a moment. "The situation there is dire," he finally said, his usually smooth and confident voice laced with a conflict he rarely showed. "They spoke of the demon king creating a new army, a force meant to attack the multiverse directly."
