P.S. Any subscriptions? Any monthly tickets? Any tips?
Baal stared at the images slowly rewinding before him, his gaze growing ever more profound.
The energy of Time and Space danced around him. This was a forbidden method: by disrupting the order of Time and Space and Causality, he could trace events from ages long past.
Rumble~
A thunderclap sounded in the clear sky. The demons looked up, but there were no clouds or lightning. Yet the thunderous roar grew fiercer, shaking their very minds.
Pfft~
Baal's eyes flew wide. An astonishing force burst from his deep pupils.
"Take shape!"
He marshaled every scrap of his mental power. Even Diabolo, far away in another Time and Space, paled at once. He sat down cross-legged, heedless of the danger around him, and answered that powerful summons from the unseen, sending all his energy of Time and Space to his original body.
Their three souls were linked. Though the distance and countless intervening planes kept him from receiving any information, Diabolo knew his original body had encountered an unfathomable crisis. Otherwise, Baal would never have drawn on his power so desperately.
Will he have to use the trinity state?
Diabolo endured the agony of having the energy forcibly drained from his body and silently wondered.
At the same time—
Baal roared inwardly. The scattered images in the enormous mouth gradually joined into a sweeping scene.
He narrowed his eyes and slowly sank into it.
It was a fascinating tale, and a heart-stopping one.
Hundreds of thousands of years ago, the plane housing this strange will, so similar to the Abyssal Will, had been no more than an inconspicuous speck of dust. Then came a man—or rather, a Demon without equal in all the world.
Using that speck of dust as its foundation, he