Shalor left that dimension with a heavy expression.
He had come here expecting the leader to investigate or, at the very least, show concern, but he just seemed... careless.
His mind leaned toward the fact that there really was a master who owned Dreadborne.
But was that possible?
Shalor looked up.
At this moment, he could see various multiverses all connected here, demons moving about, building and training. Even technological ships designed for demon "aesthetics."
Not only that, but the amount of power they possessed was immense. Several races were under them, working for them as they conquered planets, galaxies, and universes every day.
The number of Rank 1 demons was almost infinite.
Rank 2 demons were everywhere, while Rank 3 demons numbered in the trillions.
Quasi-Rank 4 demons were in the millions.
How many races could withstand such an organization?
How many civilizations would not tremble before this?
Imagine having control over this force.
What couldn't one do?
