章 1915: The Plans Of The Usurpers Of Destiny

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Sitting above their throne made of the skulls of his enemies, the Demon King glanced at a sphere showcasing him the point of view of one of his small familiars, a Demonic Crow flying across the skies. A smile surged on his lips, as his sharp red eyes glowed with malice.

"It looks like all the pieces of the game are in place now." He smiled. "I couldn't had gotten this far without your help, dear Kireina."

He raised his hands, covered on metallic claw-shaped gloves, Chaotic energies melded together with Nether Energies, alongside the power of the Cosmic Shards.

All three energies converged together to form an even stronger and overwhelming substance, which glowed with purple and red color, constantly spiraling and corrupting its surroundings.

His powers slowly spread out even faster, across the entire Wastelands, and the roots of his energies even reached farther away, right in front of the Dwarven Country.