The Demon Capital
"Aghh..."
The groan escaped Lom's lips, a sound of misery. He lay on the cold stone floor of his mansion, clutching his head as if trying to keep his skull from splitting open.
"That gaze..." Lom whispered, shivering uncontrollably. "That was monstrous. I felt like the sky itself was crushing me into paste."
He curled into a fetal position, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He was a Demon God, a being of immense power and cunning.
Yet, for the last few hours, he had felt like an insect placed under a magnifying glass by a cruel giant.
The cause of his agony was something Lom couldn't even comprehend fully. It was the backlash of his own greatest strength: The Law of Fate Concealment.
Lom possessed a passive SS-Grade Talent that scrubbed his existence from the tapestry of causality.
