In the deepest and darkest Hell, a place where no light could penetrate, letting darkness be the sole ruler of the home of demons, someone furrowed his brows as he concentrated all his thoughts. Sitting on his throne, he even clenched his fists to gather the strength within him.
In another dimension, his power clashed with another force no less powerful than him. The black power clashed with the white power, and it tried hard to push back the white power that also didn't want to back down.
Sweat started to build up on his forehead as he continued to push his strength with all his might, but he paid no heed to it. He didn't want his focus to be distracted by such trivial matters.
He knew that if he lost focus even for a second, the annoying white power would be able to overpower him. This was not the first time he had fought with that power, and he knew that it was still as strong as ever.
