As the order went out, the entire abyss began to tremble.
Auras rose from mountain ranges, river valleys, and cracks deep underground. One powerful figure after another shot into the sky, their forces brushing and colliding in the air as they gathered.
In just a few minutes—
The heavens were crowded with silhouettes.
Nearly every presence was terrifyingly strong. Among them were even several who had already stepped into Tier 33 and above.
The moment they saw the cockroach-shaped existence, everyone lowered their heads.
Then, in perfect unison, they dropped to their knees.
"Your Highness."
One of the powerhouses spoke with deep respect.
"We don't know what killed our lord."
He raised his head slowly.
"Where should we strike?"
In the endless abyss, above a dark throne carved from shadow itself, the roach-man Zerathrax hovered in silence.
Dark-red light flickered in his compound eyes, as if he were running a thousand cold calculations at once.
