"We haven't found a single one," Ichor, the Demon Lord of Corrosion, snarled. His voice was a low hiss that seemed to scrape against the very air, causing the jagged, red rocks around him to weep a foul, acidic slime. "Not one."
For a day, he and Maledictus had followed the trail of the new Gods, only to find empty space where planets once orbited. The faint, tantalizing scent of divine energy lingered, a ghostly reminder of the prey that had slipped through his grasp.
Maledictus, the Demon Lord of Curses, glided beside him, her bat-like wings stirring the sulfurous air with an effortless grace. "They are not simply running, Ichor. They are being moved," she mused, her voice a melodious hum that was far more chilling than any demonic roar. "I am more interested in this masked God, the one who weaves portals and spirits entire worlds away. Such a talent for evasion is… noteworthy".
