The crimson text shifted once more, and new lines appeared before his eyes.
[Template successfully integrated.]
[Race: Demon → Prime Evil of Terror.]
The moment the words settled, power detonated inside his body. His very being twisted upward, stretching into something greater, more ancient. His senses sharpened, and he could feel the black space itself bending under his presence.
[As the Prime Evil of Terror, you cannot truly die so long as the concept of terror exists.]
The weight of that declaration sank into him like a brand. Immortality tied not to flesh, not to soul, but to an idea. As long as fear haunted hearts, his existence would endure.
[Base stats have been massively enhanced. Current destructive capability: continental.]
A rush of raw strength, speed, and endurance flooded his veins. His muscles hummed with restrained violence, his vision expanded until he could almost see the threads of the void itself, and his very breath carried the pressure of a natural disaster.
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[Abilities unlocked:]
Conceptual Authority: Terror — Dominate, manipulate, and embody terror. Instill fear on an instinctual, spiritual, and conceptual level.
Hellfire Control — Command and shape fire that burns not only flesh, but also spirit.
Corruption — Erode, twist, and remake matter, souls, and concepts into demonic forms.
The void quaked, and suddenly a vast new landscape tore into existence. Rivers of lava carved through jagged mountains. Black skies burned with eternal flame. An endless wasteland of torment stretched outward, alive with whispers of agony and power.
[The Burning Hells have been granted.]
[They have been integrated into your Hell Dimension.]
The plain black box was gone. In its place sprawled a hellscape that pulsed with infernal life, expanding outward with every passing moment.
And then they came. Shapes rose from the flames, from the cracks in the earth, from the shadows themselves — demons, hundreds at first, then thousands, kneeling one by one before him. Their horns scraped the scorched ground, their weapons lowered, their voices silent in obedience.
[The Demon Legions of Diablo are now your subordinates.]
For the first time since awakening, Diablo laughed. A deep, resonant sound that rolled across the burning landscape.
"From nothing to this in a few minutes," he muttered. His grin widened as his new dominion bowed in silence. "Now this… this is what I call a starter pack."