In the shadowy arteries of the demonic realm, a silent migration was underway. Legions of demon demigods, their eyes burning with cold malice, marched into shimmering, blood-red portals.
There was no fanfare, no war cry; only the quiet, relentless tramp of a billion feet marching towards a single, bloody purpose.
The Demon Lords' plan was in motion. It would take time to position their entire army, but the river of death was already flowing towards the Realm of Advancement.
In his God space, Sunny was on the verge of walking another step. He could feel it, some of the intricate secrets of the Law of Manifestation were just within his grasp.
A few more days, perhaps only a week of accelerated comprehension, and he would reach the SSS-Grade. He pushed his mind deeper into the cosmic puzzle.
[Master! A century has been passed in Veridia!] Thea's voice, sharp and urgent, shattered his concentration.
