Everyone stared at the images released from the crystal in stunned silence: it was unmistakably Izax's demonic form.
The enormous demon in the image seemed to be standing on a stretch of cracked, scorched earth. Crimson flames burned beneath his feet, while behind him lay a twisted chaos that looked like a gateway leading to an endless abyss of darkness. His body was covered in wounds, and molten iron dripped from them onto the ground. The distinctive broken horn and massive build left no doubt that it was Izax.
All around the image were countless other demons, likewise covered in wounds. Like knights who remained steadfastly loyal in a desperate situation, they guarded their leader. The distant background was an indistinct blur, making it impossible to tell where the image had been recorded.
"I once nearly ruled the entire world," the "Izax" in the image rumbled. "My failure means nothing... New demons will inherit the divine artifacts I left behind and once again wield power mighty enough to rule the world! I have buried my endless power and wisdom in the Obsidian Plain. Within a thousand years, a new Demon Monarch will surely be born to take up my scepter and destroy your weak and broken world!"
The image flashed, and the "Izax" on-screen turned around with the hundreds or thousands of demons still remaining at his side. They leaped into the gateway leading to the endless darkness, as though they would rather banish themselves forever to another dimension than be defeated by weak creatures like humans.
That was where the image ended. Everything afterward was an indistinguishable blur of chaos.
Everyone at the scene exchanged bewildered looks. Vivian held it in for a long while, but finally could not stop herself. "I have to say... that really looks like