The void where the Multiverse of Gods once resided was now a graveyard of spatial echoes.
The silence was disturbed only by the frantic, ragged breathing of the abandoned army of the demon Gods.
"Report back to the Capital! Move! The Multiverse of Gods is gone... it just vanished without a trace!" a Demon God screamed, his voice cracking under the weight of primal terror. He scrambled through the vacuum, trying to outrun the shimmering spatial distortions that Sunny had left in his wake.
"We can't open a portal here, General!" another Demon God shrieked, clutching a broken obsidian spear. "The space is too unstable. If we tear a rift now, the distortions will collapse it midway. We'll be sliced before we even see the demon realm!"
The group huddled together, their eyes darting toward their commanding officer. In the hierarchy of the Abyss, strength was the only shield.
