Onicuss paced in front of the magnificent throne, wearing a grim expression.
The twin divine-rank demons clad in dark robes and a supreme-rank individual he had just summoned knelt before him.
"This is the worse..."
His dark eyes glowed ominously in the dimly lit space. If it had been only James who had successfully intruded upon his domain, he would have fought the man until reinforcements arrived; but the issue was that nature's favorite, who had killed the third shadow general, was also with him!
Onicuss waved his hand, and the space behind him began to fracture, creating a path for him to leave the planet. He wasn't foolish enough to confront two powerful individuals head-on; while he was arrogant and proud of his strength, he valued his life above all else. If he were dead, then what was the point of all this anyway?