The Ancient Flame Devil felt an enormous power descending on it; it felt a splitting pain. He knew what was going on.
Its soul and body were getting separated. It felt fear. Even though ancient devils could survive based on their soul, it's difficult to recreate a new body except they take over another devil's body.
It shook, wanted to stop the process, but was helpless before the force responsible for it. Everything turned upside down for a moment; its sight had changed as it realized it wasn't at the dungeon but a place that gave it a strange comfort.
Blood, skeletons were what filled its vision. Rivers of blood were flowing, with skeletal remains in them; its soul cheered at this.
It then saw a gigantic skeletal mountain; at the top was a throne and a young man sitting.
It felt a greater force than it was, making it tremble.
"Who are you?" The ancient flame devil looked at the young man sitting on the throne.
