It was late at night. A blue moon hung high in the sky above the continent of El Sallia, gradually nearing the highest point in the night sky.
But tonight, this continent was destined not to remain peaceful.
"Hm hm..."
"Hahahaha..."
"Heh heh heh..."
On a hill near the Rockpeak Valley Mountains, not far from the great lake that had gradually formed after some troublesome little girl uprooted the mountains from the ground, stood Bozel—the evil god's apostle who had repeatedly been destroyed and resurrected over the course of hundreds of years in his efforts to revive the God of Chaos, Caos, in the mortal world, and the Dark Prince who had stirred up chaos and conflict throughout the world. He had been staring at the sky, and at the floating island faintly visible beneath the moonlight, for a long while. Then, he suddenly let out a sinister, hideous laugh.
"Lord Bozel!"
"Everything is ready!"
"Please give the order!"
Not long after Bozel stopped laughing, a bewitching succubus suddenly flew behind him and loudly reported the news in a coquettish voice.
"Excellent!"
"Everyone, remember this day!"
Hearing from his subordinates that every preparation was in place, Bozel finally straightened his coldly smiling face.
"After countless years..."
"Today will be a historic day in the history of our demon race!"
"Before long, this world—and all its countless races—will bow beneath the feet of our great demon race!"
"Because..."
"Chaos is about to descend!"
"And then, our demon race will rule the entire world!!!"
Before the various high-ranking demons who no longer needed to hide and had openly appeared around the hill—Magma Giants, scorpions, Felhounds, Gargoyles, Imps, vampire bats, Necrons, and all kinds of high-ranking demon commanders—Bozel proudly reached out from beneath his black cloak and raised the Magic Sword Alhazard in