When he heard those words coming out of mouths that had suddenly appeared on his very face, Varth's eyes constricted.
The power of creating the Hell Paradise didn't belong to him.
It belonged to the actual owner of his left eye.
The Eye of Abhorrent belonged to an ancient demon from hell once feared as the Harbinger of Devastation.
And now it has woken from its slumber!
But this wasn't the first time Varth faced it.
"Shut up, Abhorrent. I don't want to hear a single word from you." He said with a disgruntled expression on his face.
There wasn't a single sign of respect on his face as he didn't fear the Harbinger of Devastation.
What was so great about him?
For Varth, there was Nothing great about the demon.
After all, it had died under the blade of the greatest hero!
The mouth on his face moved as words uttered in the demonic language sounded out, thundering in the Heaven and Earth of this paradise.
