Netherworld, after the Declaration....
For a breath, the world was silent.
Then....
"What the fuck did he just say?"
A low-ranking Nether Marshal of Yin territory stared up at the sky, mouth half-open, spear slipping from his grip.
"Did… did that voice just claim a fifth Overlord of these high skies?" another muttered. "Or am I finally losing my damn mind?"
A green scaly monster nearby laughed nervously. "Haha… good one. A fifth? What's next, six? Seven? Might as well crown the me as well."
No one laughed with him.
In a marketplace built from the bones of extinct worlds, a woman slammed her cup down hard enough to crack the table.
"Bullshit," she snapped. "Four factions... That's the rule, always has been."
An old man beside her, face etched with reincarnation scars, slowly shook his head.
"…The Obsidian Supreme didn't deny it."
Her expression froze.
Across the Netherworld, similar scenes played out.
