Yes! Azazel had arrived!
Through the stabilized Void Gate, the figure fully emerged into the blinding red light.
He appeared human. He wore an immaculate, dark military uniform adorned with strange, shifting medals, and his long, flowing crimson hair drifted in an invisible wind.
He didn't possess horns or grotesque mutations. He looked elegant. Perfect.
But Damien's [Sensory Intent] screamed so violently that black blood began to leak from his ears beneath his mask.
'It's not his real body,' Damien realized, his 8th-Order Eclipse Core grinding to a complete halt, suppressed by the sheer conceptual weight of the entity. 'The dimensional walls of Elias and this floor os the Abyss would shatter if his true body crossed over. This is just a projection. A mere fraction of his Will.'
Yet, even as a projection, the presence of Azazel, the Heavenly Demon Lord, was incomprehensible.
