A deadly silence reigned in the Hall of Shadows... Diablo's words collided with everyone's minds — the idea of "creating a god" is not mere madness... but a declaration of war on the very laws of existence.
No one dared to openly oppose the orders, though their faces were full of shock and suspicion.
The Lady of Lust, in her soft voice that crept in like poison: "Oh... Your Majesty, you know this is nearly impossible... the god of Hell does not attack, he is merely a defender of the realms of Hell, his very existence is tied to the balance of the worlds... and if we create a new god, he might turn against us... we would be on one side of the scale, and him on the other."
Diablo, a cold smile forming on his face, his words dripping with deadly calm: "I have been the Demon King for thousands of years, I've tried every way to reach the peak... magic, the sword, the aura, everything... and yet, there is a limit... a ceiling that cannot be surpassed..."
He paused for a moment, his gaze piercing through them: "Unless we use the theory of Primordial Mana."
Murmurs rose among the lords. The Lord of Gluttony, between his continuous bites of food, said mockingly: "To this day, no one has proven that generating Primordial Mana is possible... it's just a theory... a substance mastered only by the gods themselves..."
Diablo, steady, his voice calm like the storm before the explosion: "I succeeded... I have the method... but it isn't easy... and it will require enormous risks."
The Lord of Wrath clenched his fist, his tone charged with tension: "My lord... we know you want to complete the colonization of Middle Earth... and we know that creating a god will be our key... but a risk like this could destroy everything we've built..."
Diablo pointed his finger toward them, his eyes glowing with a silent hellfire: "And that is why... I will test it on myself."
Everyone was shocked... their voices mixing between denial and worry.
The Lord of Pride, in a confident voice hiding his anxiety: "This is... impossible... you are the strongest weapon, the cornerstone, if you lose yourself... we will be crushed, we will return to an age of humiliation and defeat... before your rise, we fell before humans like children, and the sacred nations humiliated us... thanks to you alone, the kingdoms of men were terrified, we conquered the continent of Hectaros, tore apart their heroes, and changed the balance of power."
Diablo shook his head slowly, his voice lowering to pierce their depths: "And that is precisely why... I must be the one to undergo this, none of you are qualified, none of you are strong enough to withstand the birth of Primordial Mana... if I succeed, I will become... beyond a god."
Everyone fell silent... a heavy moment of silence, as if time itself had stopped... then Diablo continued with deadly coldness:
"Very well... it seems everyone agrees... then... here is the plan."
To be continued...