The sky trembled as the unimaginable unfolded. There was no need for Lucifer to explain what was happening—every being present understood it in the very next second, as they witnessed the landmass of the Eighth Layer, which formed the very ceiling of the Ninth, begin to fall.
They were literally seeing the sky collapse upon them, ready to crush every single life form under the weight of a thousand suns.
"Madman!" Lucifer roared, his voice filled with fury and disbelief. He had anticipated countless countermeasures and knew well that the True Depravita of Wrath was resourceful, but this—this was beyond madness. To collapse an entire layer of Hell and send it crashing down into another realm defied all logic. And yet, it was happening before their very eyes.
"No! This can't be happening!" Beelzebub shouted, his voice shaking as disbelief consumed him.
