Thinking of something, the Radiant Prime turned to one of the leaders beside him. "Have you received word of that bastard? It has been months since we sent for him."
The leader wiped the sweat matting his forehead. Despite being a powerhouse himself, he couldn't resist the werewolves' pressure like the Radiant Prime did.
Sighing, he responded, "After searching for him for so long, we finally found him."
The Radiant Prime instantly focused on the leader. "So?"
Having regained his bearing, the leader nodded calmly, seemingly undaunted by the Radiant Prime's stare.
"He should be here in a few days."
The Radiant Prime narrowed his eyes as many thoughts flashed within his mind.
If he is here, the pressure on us will be greatly lessened. In fact, the werewolves shouldn't care if we only send a few of our powerhouses this time.
That person was simply that powerful. In fact, the Radiant Prime didn't think he was his match, which was why they found it so difficult to control him. Left with no choice, they could only relinquish a lower world to him to get him off their plate.
Yet, despite searching for him for so long, they had only just found him — which showed that if he didn't want to be found, there was nothing they could do about it.
However, he has no choice. News that the werewolves' matriarch, his master, is dead must have reached him.
A dangerous glint flashed within the Radiant Prime's eyes as various plans formed within his mind.
Seeing him remain quiet for so long, the various leaders took it as a cue to leave. After all, they had met the werewolf they were summoned for. With slight bows in the Radiant Prime's direction, each powerhouse took their leave, the grand hall soon becoming empty, with only one figure lost in his thoughts.
As the silence stretched, the expression of the Radiant Prime suddenly changed greatly. Even when the werewolf envoy was here, he hadn't reacted in such an exaggerated manner, making one wonder what could ruffle such a being.
With his expression finally resting on a twisted frown, the Radiant Prime sent a bit of his mana into the silver necklace on his neck. A crystal surrounded by intricate silver runes soon flashed within his right hand.
Since the decades that he received this interplanar transmission crystal, he had never used it before — just as he had been instructed — and had instead left it gathering dust within his spatial necklace.
Yet, such an object was now flashing with a bright silver light, a sign that someone on the opposite side was trying to establish a line of connection.
Memories of a certain lower world that shook the entire galaxy a few decades ago flashed within his mind.
With a frown, the Radiant Prime sent his mana into the crystal, the process taking several minutes as the amount of energy required to connect two beings at an incalculable distance was simply too demanding.
The silver light shining from the crystal kept increasing until suddenly, it exploded and gathered into a projection before him.
"It is you." The Radiant Prime abruptly stood up from his seat as he narrowed his eyes on the projection of the veiled figure before him.
This was the person responsible for the upheaval decades ago — the reason why control of one of thousands of lower worlds was wrenched out of his hand.
"There is a problem." A sweet voice resounded within the now empty hall as Sylvia ignored the previous words of the being before her and went directly to the point.
A look of anger flashed on the Radiant Prime's face as Sylvia dismissed him, not even bothering to greet him.
He had been there when this figure before him was but a little girl and her life had been hanging by a single strand. Yet now she stood before him without any respect for his status. Normally, she and her world were supposed to be part of his vassals, grovelling beneath him to earn his favor, but now that wasn't the case.
Of course, he knew this person's talent was even more exaggerated than that bastard the werewolves had been looking for for months. And considering he, the Radiant Prime had a hand in the destruction of her kingdom, a small knot couldn't help but form in his heart — especially seeing how she wasn't affected by his presence.
But he didn't believe she was as powerful as him. After all, even with her talent, she had been restricted in a lower world, with no chance to break past the red-core stage.
Whether she knew what the Radiant Prime was thinking or not, Sylvia showed no indication as she continued with her words:
"There is an emergence of a new kind of race..." Sylvia started, ignoring the momentary look of surprise on the Radiant Prime's face. She didn't know that the start of her sentence unconsciously made the latter think of the rumored vampires, but luckily his fear was unfounded, as Sylvia continued — after all, the vampires were only supposed to have appeared in the higher world.
"Demons. We are not too sure how they came to be, but this race has shown the ability to wield a special type of energy that is evil and baleful in nature. With this energy, they are able to corrupt the essence of other beings and convert them to their side. So far, we have noticed four kinds of these demons. Some retain their human bodies but lack any semblance of intelligence, instinctively seeking to corrupt any pure essence around them. Another kind retains their intelligence, most serving as leaders. They are more dangerous and powerful than their counterparts. The third kind resemble the product of some unique necromancy spells, filled with skeleton warriors, mages, knights, and whatnot. The last kind are rarely seen but seem to be some kind of soul species that can directly attack the soul..."
The more Sylvia spoke, the more the Radiant Prime couldn't help but crease his brows. For some reason, he couldn't help but think of the reports he had been receiving lately.
In the process of their conscription, they had heard about some type of evil cult that had been appearing more and more in several lower worlds, sowing chaos and causing the death of tens of thousands. These cults were also said to wield some kind of malefic energy, but they were human, and there had been no mention of skeletons or soul specters like the ones Sylvia was describing.
Dismissing these thoughts for now, the Radiant Prime cut into Sylvia's report.
"And what does that have to do with me?"
Seeing that the golden pools from the projection remained languid, he collected himself and returned to his seat, his body exuding a natural majesty.
"Your lower world was shut out from the rest of the universe decades ago, something you readily agreed to. Since then, you have been under nobody's jurisdiction, but—" A light sneer formed on his face as he continued, "Now that you are facing a problem you can't handle, you want to seek outside help? Eh? When have things been so simple?"
Once again, Sylvia didn't show any reaction, but the Radiant Prime didn't mind. He had all the time in the world, and he wasn't the one seeking help. So he rested his head on one of his hands placed on his chair's armrest as he gazed at the projection before him, a small smile tugging at his lips. At the same time, the lustful light he had been restraining since the projection appeared started to resurface. Despite not seeing her face, just the curves of the projection sent a great heat to his loins. And Simian Sols were lustful by nature. A proof of that was the recent death of his talented son, who had not even reached 30 despite him being thousands of years old. At this time, the number of beasts he had sired could form a small army.
Sylvia took in the reaction of the being before her as her gaze remained impassive. If it wasn't because she was a mere projection, she wasn't sure if she could restrain herself from cutting the Radiant Prime down. If the latter knew her thoughts, he would have scoffed. Not only was he an entire great realm above her, but he was also a God-tier talent — the same as his lost child — and could jump several levels above him to fight.
Not willing to remain any longer, Sylvia dismissed her plan of talking about the child Dean, who was almost the same age as her daughter and likely the originator of all these demons, and instead spoke of the true reason she had appeared here.
She decided to drop a bomb — and what a bomb it was!
"There have been sightings of a giant."
It took a moment for the Radiant Prime to register Sylvia's words. The plastered smile on his face remained for only a moment before his pupils turned into pinpricks, a look of horror flashing within their depths.
"WHAT?!!"
This time, the Radiant Prime literally flew out of his seat, as his chair — which looked more like a throne — finally buckled under the pressure. The round table before him was sent flying through Sylvia's projection, smashing into the other side of the wall before splintering in every direction.