...The air thickened. The frost of the Ninth Layer trembled.
Enel stepped forward slowly, blades gleaming with magic-infused heat, even in the sub-zero abyss. He could feel it—not just danger—but legend.
Before him stood nine titans, each one an ancient, primodial being.
Beings of power that predated sin itself—beings who would, in the future, become the embodiment of Hell's Seven Deadly Sins and more.
But now? They were raw. Unrefined. Unclaimed.
They stood like mountains before the horde of gathered demons.
Each of them was different.
One stood tall and reptilian, her tail curling with jagged black crystals. Another was smoke and armor, without a face, only a hollow ring of fire for a head. One was a beast of stone with no mouth, breathing through its skin. Another floated, its limbs long and serpentine, its chest open, revealing a beating dark heart. Some were angelic in appearance, others grotesque—but all of them… radiated absolute dominion.
