It Was All in Your Head
To what extent could someone go that even a Devil would call him a Devil? Peddler had no qualms in finding that out, for he truly was as he established himself, an unscrupulous merchant through and through.
A large patch of the continent he ruled was on fire now, burning up the majority of the army that had arrived to invade them.
Invaderon's side had taken a brutal hit, but on the other hand, he, the cause, was more concerned about something else, staring at the stream of bullets being spewed by the machine guns, watching the intensity of fire gradually reduce in potency.
He then stared upward, noticing mysterious words form in the sky, sighing in wonder, 'So, that's the power a world gains when Lore and Tell-Tale work in sync.'