"I underestimated the Demon Lords," Sunny whispered, his voice a low thrum that seemed to vibrate through the very emptiness of the void.
He floated in the absolute silence, his cosmic form shimmering with the light of a large number of souls that he now carried.
His mind, however, was a storm of tactical analysis. He was thinking about the fundamental nature of power. Even though he stood far above the Demon Lords in the hierarchy of the Real Void, a predator among scavengers. They possessed something he still lacked: Conceptual Mastery.
Their SSS-Grade talents allowed them to bend the laws of the reality with the ease of a child bending a blade of grass.
Sunny realized that against a truly high-tier conceptual artifact or a concentrated SSS-Grade technique, his raw power might not be enough.
