章 211: Soul Artifact

Paimon also felt freed from the suppression, letting him gasp for air and sigh with relief. Still, the feeling of terror stayed within him, "Who… is that?" He asked pantingly.

"Is that your main body?" Andre asked with a hint of fear in his voice.

In response, Solomon nodded, "His name once spanned across the mystical universe and even to those beyond it. No one must speak his real name, but everyone referred to him as the Black Sovran."

Paimon's face when he heard "the Black Sovran" come out from Solomon's mouth became that of an even more horrified one than before, as if a baby came right out of his man-part while kissing the demon of his dreams. (There's nothing horrifying coming in my mind rn, I'm sorry •́  ‿ ,•̀)

"The Black Sovran? You mean the person that ruled over both the Realm of Heaven and Hell for seventy-seven thousand, seven hundred and seventy-seven years?" Paimon exclaimed in horror.