Amon's ascension did not go unnoticed.
Across the world, two forces stirred in unison.
Within the Demon Empire and the Holy Church, the greatest threats to humanity lifted their gazes to the same fractured sky, sensing the shift that had just taken place. The Prophet stood at the forefront of the Demon Empire, his expression uncharacteristically sombre.
Having just withdrawn from Morzeth, saving the three Demon Nobles from Leon's reach, he now faced something far more unsettling.
The heavens were changing.
No… the very dimension was.
It was happening faster than anyone had anticipated.
Without the Goddess seated upon the throne of Heaven, the Will of Heaven had begun to reclaim its authority. Order was reasserting itself, divine laws knitting back together, as if the world itself was rejecting the corruption forced upon it.
And at the centre of it all was Amon.
