Ultimate darkness began to spread. The Nine Generals flew in every direction, endless darkness rising behind them to shroud all things.
Tony sat smiling in his chair, admiring the beautiful scene before him.
Everything before him was enveloped and infected by darkness, steeped in its fragrance.
The kind that could sweeten your teeth with a little maltose added.
Sarl knelt on the ground in despair. He knew he was powerless to change any of this.
He had known how it would end from the moment he saw Tony casually holding the Power Stone in those memories.
"It's over. We're finished."
Savoring the despair emanating from Sarl, Tony curled his lips. "What a lovely scent."
That enchanting scent put him in a wonderful mood.
Skeleton Billy soon flew back, clutching Nova Prime in his hand, and tossed her down before Tony.
He adopted a humble posture. "My lord, this is the leader of the Nova Civilization."
Tony shifted in his seat and looked at Nova Prime. "Good. You may leave. Ask Mephisto for your reward."
"Thank you, Your Highness, Demon King!"
Skeleton Billy smiled so broadly that soulfire spilled out of his skull, then hurried away.
Nova Prime spotted the despairing Sarl and cried out, "Sarl, why are you here? Why aren't you organizing the legions to fight back?"
Sarl closed his eyes in anguish, his hands braced against the ground and his head bowed. "I'm sorry. There's no time. It's already too late..."
Strands of darkness force coiled around his body, transforming him into a Dark Creature.
As a half-Dark Creature, he could not resist the will of those above him. He could not rebel, even in his thoughts.
Nova Prime was a stately, affluent-looking middle-aged woman. She straightened her slightly disheveled sleeves, then stepped forward to help Sarl up.