Amid the surging calamities, layers upon layers of death realms descended, embedding themselves in the fragment like maggots clinging to bone, rapidly spreading their poison.
Endless malice coursed through the Earth Veins, ocean currents, and winds. Pollution from the abyss continuously surfaced throughout the fragment like enormous patches of mold, nauseating to behold.
Yet at this moment, none of the beings from the Abyssal faction felt the slightest joy or satisfaction at such a sight.
Never mind that Present Realm had driven them into this state, causing them to lose the initiative.
The loss of the Heavenly Ladder alone made everyone's hearts ache. Some Jesters were even grumbling privately that the Grand Duke had picked the wrong time to show off. If he had privileges, why hadn't he used them sooner? Why wait until the Heavenly Ladder had shattered before bringing them out?
Fine, he had finished showing off, but didn't they still have to swallow the loss?
Now, without the Heavenly Ladder linking them together at the center, the power cast down by the various hells could only fight separately, unable to coordinate and support one another to the fullest extent.
Their deterrent power had fallen by more than a little.
A moment's carelessness, and Present Realm might divide and surround them.
But unfortunately, no one had the courage to voice an objection in front of the Grand Duke.
The last person who had told the Grand Duke that something was wrong with his brain had already... oh, he was already sitting across from the Grand Duke's chessboard, gambling against him.
Without some real skill, who the hell dared to confront the ruler head-on like that lunatic Marcus?
Even Marcus had only gained room to maneuver freely in the Abyss because the former Utopia supported him.
If any Jester