When Trissy willingly guided the Spectral Empire into the Blood Emperor's secret mausoleum—even though the collision would strike her as well—a goddess steeped in Fascination and Destruction suddenly awoke in a realm touched by power leaking from the Nation of Disorder, hidden within one of the countless Mirror Worlds.
But the moment she moved, clouds of shifting color swept in from beyond the realm and trapped her fast.
At the same time, the atmosphere of chaos and disorder within the realm where she dwelled gradually gave way to balance and order, weakening her Authority by twenty to thirty percent.
"Cheek, you should rest easy and sleep in his Divine Kingdom!"
As the voice came from outside, Cheek's eyes turned pitch-black. She saw someone who should have died long ago: one hand held a gemstone bearing Trunsoest's aura and used it to influence the Divine Kingdom's workings, while the other released boundless mist that completely shrouded the Mirror World containing it.
"Leticia Tamara..."
After speaking the name, Cheek, the Primordial Demoness, fell silent for several minutes. Her frown only deepened. She seemed unable to think of a way out.
She had just tried to use her control over the Demoness Pathway to command every high-ranking Demoness, but none had responded—not even the Saintess of Gray, who bore her surname, or the Purple Saint, her own child.
She had even lost all contact with the Grade 0 Sealed Artifact made from her bones, the Cataclysm Scepter.
Yet the Primordial Demoness did not fly into a rage. Instead, she seemed to accept Leticia Tamara's advice and fell completely still.
If she could not break through Leticia Tamara's mist for now, she could wait for a better opportunity. She did not believe her opponent could maintain the blockade forever.
The moment an opening appeared,