Sylas stood on the peacock's back in the far-off distance, his brows tightly wound into a frown.
He had known that things would be bad, but this was even worse than he expected.
The reaction of the Demons to the Demonic Aether was outside of his calculations. He thought that the main problem would be the influx of new Demons coming from the other side of the Demon Gate, not realizing that the main horror was the Aether itself.
The Demons here had been in a state of repression. They were using Aether that they weren't compatible with, and as such, they were several orders of magnitude weaker.
Now that they had their own Aether to use and pull upon, they were far stronger not only in Level but in relative strength as well.
Every single one of them had become an FFF+ threat.
And this was all before the Demons on the other side even set their sights on this region.
Sylas truly wasn't sure what to do.
