Chapitre 258: Lucifer.

"What the hell is going on here?" The voice echoed through the Throne Hall, laden with curiosity yet still authoritative.

The man rose from his throne, and the apocalyptic sight before him was not just disturbing; it was catastrophic. Granted, this man had seen many things—so many that the centuries he had lived since the dawn of this sector made it impossible to count—but Lucifer had never encountered anything like this.

His snow-white long hair fluttered slowly as he opened the palace window, his red eyes scanning the horizon to make sense of what was unfolding below.

Surrounding Lucifer were the other Demon Kings, his subordinates equally perplexed by the unfolding chaos. They all stood from the strategy table, horror-struck by the violent transformation overtaking the Ninth Floor of Hell. The skies had turned into a massive calamity.