"It all fucking makes sense now!"
Roxy's voice ripped through the suffocating silence of the subterranean vault. She stumbled backward, her brilliant green eyes wide with horror as she stared at the faded blue spiral notebook resting on the black glass pedestal.
The pieces of the puzzle violently snapped together in her brain. The system's desperate need for human women. The Demon King's inexplicable, highly structured attacks.
Torian stepped forward, his massive brow furrowing in deep, panicked confusion. "Roxy? What makes sense? What did you read?"
"The Demon King—" Roxy started, her hands trembling as she turned to face her terrifying, fiercely devoted husbands. "Abaddon isn't a demon at all. He's—"
But the gods were listening. And the heavens were absolutely terrified of the truth.
Before the final syllable could even leave Roxy's lips, the chamber shuddered with a concussive, deafening BOOM.
