The Abyss exists to break that leash.
The words seemed to sink into the hall and stay there.
Simon looked at the man on the horn throne, waiting.
"When the Abyss was founded, the Daemons had already fallen," the Sovereign said. "Their prestige was gone. Their power was broken. And those who survived were scattered across the Demon Realm, hiding their bloodlines and living beneath the gaze of the beings who had broken them."
The golden rings in his eyes turned slowly.
"The Abyss was created to change that. To revive the prestige and power the Daemons once had, and to remove the suppression placed on them by the gods and the beings above them."
He lifted the black jade bowl.
"Of the four Orders, the Abyss is the one that actively stands against them."
Simon was quiet.
Then a thought came to him.
"That's why we live on a corpse," he said slowly. "In a dimension of our own."
