At that moment, the entire plane shook once more.
In that instant, from the height of a god, Romon sensed subtle changes erupting in the space around him. The distant volcanoes continuously spewed thick smoke into the air.
Romon even sensed that the laws of death had begun to spread. The wind carried the breath of death, enough to make one shudder.
Romon looked up at the pitch-black sky. Dense clouds blanketed it, and the red sun flickered in and out of sight. All kinds of energy vortices spun without pause, bringing energy to this land.
For quite some time, neither god spoke.
"Mortals believe that the order and energy of the universe are governed by the gods. But as True Gods, we all know this is mistaken. The gods do indeed hold part of its order and energy, but only part—we all survive by relying on this world."
"Negative Energy is not merely evil and destruction. More often, it is repose."
"The River Styx is nearly complete. Its pull will continue to strengthen and extend throughout this universe, so that souls everywhere, after death, will be drawn here by it."
"However, I did not fully consider the River Styx's backlash before. It is now calling for the Lord of Death. I can feel its urging."
Romon noticed the waters of the River Styx steaming, causing gray mist to swirl endlessly before dispersing in every direction. The mist was not especially thick, but it could keep this place perpetually overcast.
It was an environment suited to souls.
"Twenty-five million demons? Ordinarily, that would not be much. But if the remaining nine Abyssal Dukes have already grown suspicious, then I have only eighty million demons directly under my command."
"But do not worry. As long as they establish the cities, I