The cosmic equilibrium of the bubble was tilting. In the high-stakes game of cosmic conquest, a three-front war had emerged, but the momentum was far from equal.
Two parties were ascending at a rate that defied all the logics: the Sovereign... Also known as Cosmos, whose raw conceptual power was beginning to warp the fabric of reality, and Lom, the Thief of souls in Demonic realm, whose army of kidnapped prodigies and converted Demon Gods grew by the hour.
Caught in the middle, the Seven Demon Lords were being crushed. It was a pincer movement of existential proportions.
In the Demonic Realm, they were being bled dry by Lom's take and hide tactics, a guerrilla war of vanishing legacies.
Simultaneously, in the bubble of Lady Sansa, Sunny was systematically consuming one multiverse after another.
This was more than a loss of territory; it was a slow starvation of the demonic soul. Demons grew in power through the discord, hunger, and sins of mortal lifeforms.
