Vartha, a man who had spent eons climbing to the peak of the universe, had been reduced to a mere calorie for a being that shouldn't exist in this universe.
Noah stood on the balcony of his small bakery, his knuckles white as he gripped the railing.
Through his Eye of the Primordial, he watched the 9-Star Heavenly Sealing Array, a construct he thought would take effort to dismantle, simply evaporate under the passive pressure of the demon's presence.
Then, the demon moved.
One moment, the entity was light-years away at the galactic core.
The next, a shadow fell over the city of London that was so vast it blotted out the sun.
The demon stood in the air, his feet resting on nothingness.
He was massive, yet he seemed to compress his physical form to fit within the planet's atmosphere, though his aura could not be contained.
He was clad in armor that looked like hardened obsidian infused with the souls of crying children.
His eyes were not eyes.
