Kairos and Mongo felt their very souls shuddering, not from the cold floor of the throne room, but from the weight of the realization that had just been forced upon them.
While they had been struggling like insects in the dark, farming a world filled with low-tier demons to satisfy the Demon Lord Ichor, Sunny was performing a feat that was never heard of before.
He was systematically amputating the limbs of the Demon Realm, conquering cities right under the noses of the Seven Lords. He wasn't just defending his borders; he was colonizing the abyss.
The gap between their perspective and Sunny's was no longer a distance; it was a different dimension entirely.
In reality, they shouldn't have been able to hear Sunny's mental communication.
Divine telepathy was meant to be a closed circuit, a private channel between a Creator and his chosen creations.
But within the Emperor's Domain, the laws of physics and privacy were mere suggestions.
