Seeing that everything was firmly under his control, the massive Devil Lord leaned back on his throne with leisurely confidence.
"The opening of the Sacred Realm will appear in three and a half hours," he declared, his many eyes gleaming. "At that moment, I will forge a portal and anchor it. Once you enter, the connection will sever, and it will not reform for four months. When that time comes, I will use the marks I've placed upon your souls and bodies to bring you back to me."
He paused. A cold light flickered across his features, and a wave of gluttonous hunger radiated from his soul. For a heartbeat, every Devil present felt as though they were nothing more than livestock awaiting slaughter.
"By that time," Nebolex continued, his voice like grinding stone, "you had better return with the corpse of the Fallen Primordial God. Otherwise, my hunger will find… other sustenance."
