The forces of the Imperium of Time finally reached the dominion of Calypso. There, a Dark Tree immediately unfurled its monstrous roots, manifesting the world's energy and channeling it into their bodies. The ArchDeities felt the surge of power, yet their faces remained somber. None of them celebrated.
One by one, the ArchDeities turned their gazes toward Azazel. Their silence was heavy, the unspoken question hanging in the air like a blade: Had they chosen the wrong side?
Azazel's eyes were sharp as obsidian, carrying a weight so oppressive it seemed capable of cursing the very spirit of those who met his gaze. Even the mightiest among his followers dared not speak.
