877 Apostle of Slaughter

Mors proudly watched as his summoned being in the Realm of Carnage revealed its true form.

The rest of this Demon's form was nothing but a writhing mass of fire, coursing and pulsing underneath the armor like a living entity. This ancient demonic being, now unleashed upon the world, seemed to radiate a palpable sense of dread and unease.

Yet, despite the sheer terror that emanated from the creature, Mors remained unfazed.

He regarded the demonic form before him with a sense of satisfaction; that his choice wasn't wrong.

Despite its immense size, the monstrous being stood no chance against the true form of Mors, who revealed himself as a Deity.

In an instant, with a resounding thud, the colossal monster was swatted down as if it were a mere insect, crashing onto the platform constructed from the bones of godbeasts and elder dragons.