The Night Lady's arrival was like dropping an anchor into a turbulent pond. It could not calm every ripple at once, but it carved out a pocket of relative stillness amid the violent clash of divine might.
A deep night sky spread over the Magic City Stronghold, dotted with stars. Rather than bringing darkness, it carried a strange sense of peace that quietly soothed the despair and fear growing in countless hearts below.
High above, the once explosive standoff took on a subtler tension.
The Lord of the Bone Abyss's enormous Bone Throne hung motionless in the air. The countless bones that formed it had stopped their frenzied rotation, leaving only a faint, unsettling clatter.
The vortex at the throne's heart, which devoured all life, slowed as well. The gray-white fluctuations of Death Law drew in, betraying wariness.
He could clearly sense that the newly arrived Night Lady was no less exalted than he was, and her power no less profound.
Worse, she seemed to have taken the same side as Dies Martin and the other two Abyssal Demon Gods.
He had no chance against three of them. Now there were four...
"Dies Martin! You despicable maggot!" the Lord of the Bone Abyss roared. His voice seethed with hatred, but its earlier arrogance was gone. "You got lucky this time! But this newborn world will fall silent in death!"
He knew that staying would gain him nothing and might put him in real danger.
In a battle between gods, losing the upper hand and being surrounded often meant damage to one's Godhead. It could even mean death.
After weighing the risks, retreat was his only choice.
Dies Martin scoffed. The phantoms around him swirled faster as he mocked him without restraint. "Oh? Scared already? I thought those bones of yours