While Sunny spent years as a phantom architect, weaving the fabric of the bubble into his own soul and trying to find the reincarnation of the Old Gods, the Demonic Realm was descending into a state of panic.
The peace of the Demon Lords had been replaced by a grinding, psychological attrition. They were predators who had suddenly realized they were being hunted by something they could not see, smell, or strike.
For decades, the Seven Lords had attempted to map the attack patterns of Lom. Every strategy, every trap, and every scrying ritual had resulted in a humiliating, empty-handed failure.
The cost of this vanity was steep: over a hundred thousand Demon Gods, the elite vanguard of the Abyss, had been kidnapped by Lom.
These weren't mere foot soldiers; they were the backbone of the demonic military, and their absence left a hollow ache in the realm's power structure.
