While the other gods panicked, trying to escape the collapsing space, Cillians focus was entirely on the gray swarm spreading before him. He wasn't thinking about survival. He wanted to understand the life form that could thrive inside a newborn multiverse.
From the depths of the Abyss, legions of demons rose like a tide. Their black forms streaked across the void, countless and furious, and still a mere ripple compared to the gray ocean of insects advancing toward them.
At Cillian's command, Demon Prince Fabudi and his armies pushed the assault forward, their armies spreading like wildfire across the void. But when the black mist finally collided with the gray waves, when demons and Zerg met in a clash that tore the space apart, Cillian realized something crucial.
He had underestimated them.
He had somehow underestimated a race capable of devouring the foundation of an entire embryonic multiverse.
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"Hah! Bugs?"
