Abyssal Hell.
The volcanoes of the Empyrean were boiling, magma flowing freely down their slopes. Within it, the crimson, jagged demonic body of the Lord of Hell could faintly be seen.
He slowly walked toward the Throne made of magma and Spirit Stones, looking somewhat drained.
"Ah, that took too much out of me. I'm feeling a little off now—"
Ron was still moving about in the Lord of Hell's true body. The continuous, high-intensity expenditure of Faith Fel Energy just now had left him deeply exhausted.
He had plenty of Faith Fel Energy in reserve, but spending it was still rather strenuous.
Ron held his waist and reclined against the Throne in an extremely comfortable posture, slowly letting out a breath.
That sulfurous smoke spewed from his terrifying fangs and spread into the depths of the Empyrean. Under its influence, volcanoes formed in certain regions, and even gave rise to some Chaos lifeforms that lived within them.
As a Supreme Deity, any movement of his Lord of Hell true body, even a single breath, could affect the Warp and even the reality of the Galaxy.
It was like Cthulhu in certain stories, whose mere silhouette could drive people mad or grant certain powers to those who witnessed him.
Ron also did his best to reduce the impact of his activity on humanity, using the authority of the Sun of Hope to counterbalance it and build a sturdy barrier for mankind.
So the ones he affected the most now were Chaos Daemons, Chaos lifeforms, and the like. The main scope of his influence was all within the Warp.
Especially after the new Faith Channel Network was completed, his influence over the Warp had strengthened to an unprecedented degree, even faintly overshadowing those four long-established Chaos Gods.
"Who would have thought