A world fated to witness the end of a conspiracy that had endured for thousands of years.
Without delay, the three pursued Gehrman.
While above Earth, the battle continued to rage—time itself seeming to flow differently between the two realms.
The Demon King tore through the Devourers of Chaos one after another, slaughtering them with overwhelming brutality.
Their blood rained down upon the land, pooling into rivers as he advanced toward the Great One.
"I thought you were nothing but slaves to that wretched entity," Agaroth snarled.
"Since when did you gain the freedom to act on your own will?!"
The Great One met his blow head-on, unleashing an immense surge of aura.
"We are still slaves… that much is true," he replied evenly.
"But as you can see… I am a little different."
Agaroth responded by fusing two world-breaking abilities and unleashing a wave of darkness directly at him—
yet the attack dissipated before it could even make contact.
That was when realization dawned.
