The Ten Thousand Abyss Plains.
As the uppermost region of the entire Abyss and its gateway.
After the main forces had all poured into the outside worlds.
The demon population here had remained at rock bottom for quite some time.
Aside from a few despised, small-fry demons, only troops that had just finished campaigning in the outside worlds remained here, recuperating and licking their wounds.
Once they had recovered sufficiently.
They would immediately march out again, swinging their butcher knives at other worlds.
And that endless cycle.
Had long since become routine for every lord in the Abyss.
Just like harvesting wheat.
Round after round~
Every demon wholeheartedly believed that these wonderful days would surely continue for a very long time, perhaps even forever...
"Thump, thump, thump..."
Suddenly, high in the dark, gloomy skies above the Ten Thousand Abyss Plains.
Pure-white ripples abruptly appeared, their color strikingly at odds with the sky.
Countless abyss creatures, whether demons or all manner of bizarre things.
Instinctively raised their heads the moment they heard that sound.
Together, they looked toward the top of the heavens.
There, at some unknown point, a pure-white speck of light had appeared.
Even a certain lord recuperating inside his War Fortress instinctively frowned:
"What is that?"
At the same time.
An odd, ominous feeling stirred in his heart.
Instinctively, he ordered his disorganized subordinates to take up their weapons and prepare for battle.
He and the troops under his command had already rested for a month since their last campaign.
For beings with their astonishing powers of recovery and digestion, not only had their wounds nearly healed.
They had also more or less digested the spoils of their last victory.
Their strength had grown considerably!
On top of that, this was the Bottomless Abyss, their home ground.
Here,