The whispers of the Seven Deadly Sins burrowed into Sivana's brain like venomous snakes.
He stared fixedly at Sabbac and Black Adam on the television screen, looking like gods and demons destroying the world, as his Demon's Eye blazed with an intensely greedy blue light.
The power of the Six Gods, and the power of the Six Demon Lords... he wanted them all!
Meanwhile, on the other side of the world, in Kahndaq.
The sky had been stained a sickly blood-red.
Like a crimson meteor hurtling against its course, Sabbac violently tore through the clouds, trailing towering flames that could burn everything to ashes and billowing black smoke as he raced toward the heart of Kahndaq.
He could feel the six great demons inside him howling wildly. He was heading for the ruins of the Ancient Kahndaq Palace. He would reclaim the throne that had belonged to his ancestor.
Only by sitting there could he fully open the rift to hell, summon an endless undead army, and turn this city, and even the entire Earth, into Asura Hell.
Yet deep within the ravaged ruins of the ancient palace, a black figure had long stood silently before the broken throne.
Teth-Adam did not look at the stone seat that represented supreme power. Instead, he slowly raised his head and gazed up at the enormous statue of a hero standing in the center of the city, still towering after thousands of years of wind and sand.
All the people of Kahndaq regarded this statue as an object of faith. Everyone believed that the cloaked defender depicted with his right arm raised was Teth-Adam.
But he knew better than anyone-that was not him at all.
It was his child, Hurut.
A rare trace of unfathomable sorrow appeared in Teth-Adam's eyes, which were always