Beneath a clear, pure sky of blue and white clouds stretched an endless Mountain of Corpses and Sea of Blood. As far as the horizon reached, towering armies stood in full armor with weapons in hand. Millions of spellcasters wore shackles on their wrists, collars around their necks, and Sin-Punishment Helmets that left only their mouths exposed, forming ranks to guard the supreme throne like silent tombstones.
The Evil Dragons sat atop high platforms built of bone, like banners raised one after another. They had none of the dignity of dragonkind, only violent madness remained. Armed to the teeth from head to toe, carrying highly destructive Miracle firearms on their backs, they were both the Death Warriors who charged into battle and the shields that guarded the throne—sometimes even the stakes in a desperate gamble.
Atop the Jingguan built from human skulls, beneath the bright, warm sunlight, stood the exquisite and bloody Supreme Throne. Vishy sat upon it, admiring all things in the world under her rule.
This was the desire buried in the deepest part of Vishy's soul.
Ash looked at everything before him and was not at all surprised that Vishy would create a world like this. She had always been a Demon who did not believe in human nature. If she could become Artifice Supremacy, she would undoubtedly use soul Miracles to dominate every living being's soul, build a Rampart of fear with slaughter, turn every spellcaster in the world into her army, and suppress all rebellious subjects who opposed her.
She had never thought of benefiting the world. She only wanted to gather countless mighty powers into herself and enslave all living beings to serve and sustain her. People like this really did exist in the world: born Tyrants, Demons, and Madmen. Even if she feared