The Ancestral Celestials descended on the demon capital in a procession that the crimson sky had never held before.
They came down through the clouds in formation, the massive winged turtle at the center, the cluster of pig-faced Celestials and the various other beings arranged around it, and the demon citadel below them fell silent. The lesser demons in the streets stopped moving.
The members of the 72 Dukes who had been heading toward the Demon Tower with their armies halted where they were, because whatever was descending was not something they had any intention of being near!
They gazed down with caution as they came.
Their perception was a thing apart from anything the Lands of Stone produced. The Demon Tower that Damian and the others stood in may as well not have existed to them.
