"What is Viken trying to do?"
At the bottom of the Boundless Ocean, in a magnificent black palace, the Lord of Hell, who was holding the gold trident, suddenly stood up from the throne. His red eyes that were always filled with mockery stared at the sky in shock. Through the blue water and the surging waves, he "saw" the unusual phenomenon where one half of it was evil and dark and the other half was sacred and bright.
At the same time, his real self deep inside the hell suddenly felt palpitation, as if something very close to him had gone out of control.
"The primeval hell?"
Maltimus' voice of confusion echoed in the palace of the sea emperor. It was safe to say that the primeval hell and him were in a relationship of duality. However, he was not a representation of the primeval hell, and the primeval hell was not a part of him. They were only connected to some degree.
Even so, the primeval hell was of paramount importance for him!
