After sending off two of his daughters, Ash threw himself back into work.
There were two tasks on his mind, with one taking top priority currently.
"First, I'll set up a proper plan for these fools," he muttered, waving his hand to conjure a blank map.
The map floated in the air before him — a vast, empty expanse of glowing parchment stretching across the throne room, waiting to be shaped by his will.
Ash leaned back, golden eyes narrowing as he began sketching the first outlines of his plan.
The goal was simple: to ensure Lord Alchemy and the Prime Devourer suffered agonizing ends without granting them the mercy of a swift death.
In fact, the idea of being sealed was something that intrigued him—not because it would happen to him, but because even making it possible would only occur if he allowed it.
Still, he had no qualms about venturing into the lost reality.
To do so, he first needed to understand exactly what these two beings valued above all else.
