The sky above Falmuth had turned a deep, bruised violet under the weight of the dimensional barrier Raphael had created.
Remilya, her eyes void of any trace of past mercy, gazed at her own hands.
"Raphael… how many have I killed? How long was I asleep?"
A cold, mechanical voice echoed in her mind:
"Report: You were in a state of evolutionary slumber for 24 hours.
During the awakening of the 'Origin of Null,' 25 million enemy forces and hostile civilians were slain.
Of these, 15 million were completely erased from existence—
Not a single cell or atom remains in this dimension."
Raphael continued, his tone brimming with unwavering loyalty:
"During your slumber, I isolated the entirety of Falmuth within a dimensional lock.
No being was allowed entry or exit, ensuring your sanctity remained undisturbed."
Remilya's smile was sharp, surgical—a blade of cold precision.
She gazed upon the hills of corpses stretching across the horizon.
The remaining ten million were no more than tools.
Her voice, echoing as if from the depths of an eternal void, whispered:
"Come forth, dwellers of darkness. Your sacrifice awaits."
In an instant, space itself split.
Four colossal, ancient shadows appeared.
Primordial Black (Diablo) knelt immediately upon seeing Remilya, without hesitation.
His voice trembled with reverence and awe:
"My Lady… this presence… this is the perfection I have sought."
The three other Primordials—White, Yellow, and Violet—stood with hesitation.
They sensed no aura, no weight.
To them, Remilya was a blank canvas.
Primordial White sneered with arrogance:
"We follow only those whose supremacy is proven.
I see nothing in you… no power, no presence… are you merely an empty shell?"
Remilya did not even move her head.
She simply waved her right fingers through the air, as if brushing dust off a mirror.
In an instant, logic itself shattered.
The entire capital of Falmuth—from its massive stone palaces to the tiniest cobblestones—vanished silently, without explosion or dust.
The ground beneath them became a void, as if Falmuth had never existed.
Her unfeeling gaze pierced them:
"Satisfied now? Or do you wish to become part of this 'cleansing' yourselves?"
The three Primordials, trembling to their cores, bowed with unprecedented fear and respect.
They understood: the invisibility of her power was not weakness—it was that their minds could not comprehend it.
Remilya etched their names into the chaos of Origin Energy:
"Diablo… Testarosa… Carrera… Ultima."
Receiving their names and feeding on the pure energy of Null, their evolution began.
They became her Devil Peers, yet the power coursing through their veins exceeded global standards tenfold.
They were no longer merely devils—they were the Guardians of Emptiness.
Testarosa, with silver hair and eyes burning with newfound loyalty, stepped forward.
His trembling yet devoted voice spoke:
"Master… what is your command? Shall we reduce the world to ashes for you?"
Remilya, feeling the weight of sudden evolution pressing upon her again, looked at him.
Her eyes clouded, and with a calm tone she said:
"For now… nothing. Let me rest a little."
Her slender, commanding body leaned forward and into Testarosa's arms.
With unnatural speed, he caught her, placing her proudly upon his thighs, pressing her head against his chest.
Diablo, Carrera, and Ultima, witnessing this, froze as if struck by lightning of envy.
They longed for the closeness themselves—but Testarosa, triumphant, held the Goddess of Null in his embrace.