The Weak Are Guilty by Nature

The power of their origins began to resonate.

As the Primordial Demon and the King of Earth Demons formally met, the power of their origins began to resonate within them, stirring a reaction between the two.

Vast power flickered into being. The world turned upside down in every direction, and scenes of destruction flashed into view, at once breathtakingly beautiful and utterly terrifying.

Every other power and vista paled in comparison.

The instant the two figures faced each other, the space throughout the entire Abyss trembled, and everything began to crumble from the most fundamental microscopic level.

Even time seemed to freeze. In that moment, everything lost its meaning.

All things in the world could be real or false. Whether they existed or not was entirely in the hands of those two figures.

Within the entire world, only those two figures remained real. They stood silently in a corner, facing each other.

As they stared at one another, their auras stirred, and before they knew it, a faint radiance began to shimmer around them both.

A similar yet utterly distinct aura of origin shone forth.

"That is..."

Feeling the light that had appeared around the two figures before them, the many Earth Demon Kings watching from nearby froze, at a loss for what to do.

They sensed the aura of the Abyss emanating from the two of them.

It was the Abyss's aura of origin, now appearing in two different people.

Though both auras belonged to the Abyss, they were entirely different, with an exceedingly subtle distinction between them.

The difference was minuscule. An ordinary person probably wouldn't even notice it.

But to demons like them, born of the Abyss, that tiny difference was immense.

It was enough to turn the world upside down—to make the two utterly different.

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