You should know that among the 108 demon stars of the Underworld, there were not only the Underworld Three Giants, but also the Heavenly Gang Underworld Warriors and the Earthly Fiend Underworld Warriors.
And Casillas had awakened as the Heavenly Cry Star, known as the strongest person beneath the Underworld Three Giants.
What?
Only the dead could become Underworld Warriors?
Yes.
Because Underworld Warriors followed the path of conferring godhood. All life was bestowed by the demon stars, and all power was provided by the sacred armor. As long as the demon stars remained, Underworld Warriors would never truly die.
Casillas had died.
Of course.
He had not been torn apart by Dormammu. Back when Casillas had gone on a day trip to the Underworld, Lake had already switched his soul with another one.
Dormammu thought he had obtained Casillas's soul, never realizing that what he had received was merely a fake.
And now?
Dormammu had torn the fake apart. Naturally, the dark aura on Casillas that had been used to synchronize with the fake dispersed like dark clouds. In its place stood Casillas, bathed in the black radiance of the Heavenly Cry Star as he began donning his sacred armor.
"No!"
Dormammu let out an enraged roar, his powerful darkness rumbling around him. "You damned bug! How dare you toy with me? How dare you deceive me? I'll eat you! I'll eat you!"
Casillas slowly opened his eyes, and the demon star of the Heavenly Cry Star projected itself with startling clarity behind him.
But...
Casillas turned a deaf ear to Dormammu's roar, treating it as if he had not seen or heard it.
"Huh?"
The King slowly recovered from his shock, shook his head, and asked the question Stephen also wanted to ask: "Why isn't Dormammu leaving now?