Savage Wasteland, Evil Soul Valley.
Atop the white bone throne deep within the palace, a massive black sphere slowly emerged.
The surface of the black sphere was etched with ancient and abstruse patterns. These constantly writhing patterns released a strange fluctuation of Arcane Force, turning the entire palace into a terrifying domain of magic.
"As expected, this bit of Pure Blood of Doom can only serve as a catalyst,"
murmured the Evilheart Master, looking at the phantom within the black sphere.
"But it's enough. One more step and I will become a god, immortal and everlasting!"
No sooner had the Evilheart Master spoken than the phantom of Demon God, formed of pure dark matter within the black sphere, gradually solidified, emitting an undeniably potent aura.
It was a terrifying force that could propel even legendary beings to a higher level!
Yet, the eyes of the Demon God remained tightly shut, as if missing the most critical component—the will of its spirit.
