"Heaven! Heaven!"
The demons shouted as they climbed upward, stepping along the stairs winding around The Tower, crossing the night sky step by step, upward, ever upward.
The pitch-black night sky was set ablaze by lightning, torn apart by ceaseless flashes. Countless angels swarmed them, dense as a flood, pouring down in savage waves.
Blood snaked down from the very top of The Tower, while flames rose from Border Purgatory below.
Blood and fire coiled around the tower that pierced the heavens, tangled together like serpents. Countless black specks continually soared into the air, only to fall from the vault of heaven.
Scattering a crimson rain.
"Heaven! Heaven!"
The demons roared, dancing madly in ecstasy as they went against the torrent of Heavenly Radiance step by step, climbing upward like a black swarm of ants winding around a pillar of flame and blood.
The roaring sound never ceased.
Under the slashing lightning and artillery bombardment, The Tower shook violently, on the verge of collapse. Yet whenever it suffered even the slightest damage or instability, it swiftly restored itself and grew anew.
At the very bottom of Border Purgatory, Old Bastard was already foaming at the mouth, nearly drained dry by his own crops.
Clutching the hat in his arms, he kept kneading it as he urged, "Give me some, give me some. If you don't give me more, I'm gonna die."
The snake-like Hat reluctantly rolled its eyes, opened its mouth, and spat onto the roots. At once, The Tower rose higher, becoming even more stable.
Everything they had gathered since entering the dream was now being poured onto the demon seed, spurring it to grow again and again.
Its roots sank into hell, while its body pierced through heaven.
With Paradise directing it, all the Spiritual Substance of Border