From his palace balcony, Rattan watched it all unfold with a chilling smile. He had it all, the throne, the power, and the fear of his subjects. He was a conqueror, a king, a god.

But Rattan believed he could be more. He knew of worlds beyond his own, of the vast, unexplored cosmos. He saw this world not as his final prize, but as the foundation of an empire that would one day reach for the stars. Under his rule, his people would not just survive, they would expand, conquer, and thrive beyond the confines of their world.

Rattan was brimming with ideas on how to transform and expand his world, but he held himself in check, waiting for the demons to finish their work. After a few weeks of wielding absolute power, his mind began to clear. A chilling question arose: were the demons truly obeying his words, or were they simply a force of chaos using him as a temporary vessel? Would they leave his world once their task was complete? He had so many unanswered questions.

The answers came abruptly. One day, the world's moon suddenly vanished, as if erased from the sky. If not for the swift action of a sixth-tier demon, who shielded their world with its own domain, the cataclysmic fallout could have been far worse.

During those tense days without a moon, Rattan demonstrated his true capability. He proposed innovative ideas for new structures and protective enchantments. With his subjects working together, his concepts were brought to life at an unprecedented speed. He brought them safety and stability in the face of a cosmic threat, earning their grudging respect and solidifying his position as their new emperor.

With the world plunged into an unnatural, moonless darkness, Rattan's first command was to create a network of Solar Lanterns. He instructed his subjects to quickly construct a series of massive, crystal-based magical devices.

They were intricate arcane engines designed to siphon and concentrate ambient solar energy from the day and release it as a soft, continuous glow throughout the night. Their purpose was twofold: to prevent the sheer terror of eternal night and to provide enough light for his subjects to continue working and living, showing that even without their celestial guide, life could persist under his rule.

The moon's disappearance also caused an immediate and violent disruption to the world's tides and tectonic stability. Mountains groaned, and coastal cities were threatened by rogue tsunamis. Rattan's second decree was to establish a network of Geomantic Stabilizers.

He commanded his best earth-shapers and mages to channel their power into the planet's ley lines. They would act as living anchors, using concentrated magic to forcibly stabilize the land and sea, redirecting the colossal gravitational strain and preventing catastrophic earthquakes and floods. He truly showed his intelligence in this short few days the moon was gone.

But after a few days, the moon was back to where it was like it was never moved.

Two days before the moon came back, Zarvok was thrown out of the portal he summoned and launched straight towards his castle. The sound brought everyone's attention and with a quick brush of mental wave they understood who it was making the commotion.

Zarvok, not minding his destroyed castle floated up, his subjects were already there waiting for him, most were kneeling on two were standing who gave him a brief bow.

Zarvok was not as relaxed as he looked, he was on guard against these two as even though they were him men, their realm was the same as his and he was no longer in his full capacity after dealing with the mages.

But after a while seeing as they did nothing, he said "How far have we come?"

The demons dispersed leaving only his butler and the two six tier demons "90% of their world is now corrupted has now been touched by the abyss, in a matter of few days, that world would become ours"

Zarvok, putting on the robe, offered to him, "How about mother, did you recover it uncorrupted?"

This time Malzor spoke out "Indeed we did" He raised his, in which an orb appeared looking inside the orb was the giant womb mother" Malzor did a good job, it was like he cut out part of teh earth where mother was and sealed it inside the orb.

Malzor threw the orb to Zarvok who caught it, "There should be the three of you, where is he?"

The other demon said "The moon disappeared not too long ago, creating a catastrophe that hindered our progress, Gorum took it upon himself to hold shield the planet from this disaster until we are done"

Zarvok hearing the news of the moon's disappearance, nodded as he already knew has an idea on what happened. He simply nodded and gestured for his legion to march. Their destination: an abyss portal, pulsating with dark energy. The air was thick with anticipation. It had been decades since the invasion began, and for the first time, Zarvok was finally setting foot on this world, a world that would soon be his.

Stepping through the portal, Zarvok inhaled deeply, a sense of familiarity washing over him. The air was heavy with the scent of the Abyss, a stench of corruption and decay left by his demons. The once blue sky was gone, replaced by a suffocating purple hue and ominous, swirling clouds.

"How is the new emperor doing?" Zarvok asked, his voice low and commanding, the words echoing through the landscape.

"He has been quite helpful and effective," Malzor replied, his voice a low rumble. "He holds our new subjects in place. He is both ambitious and intelligent, but his actions on the day of the fall will determine if he can be considered a companion or merely a weed to be rooted out."

Days passed, and the moon, once a void in the night sky, slowly reappeared. Gorum holding the world together, felt the presence of teh moon return, sensing the two beings now inhabiting it. He hesitated for a moment, then, he turned, his form dissolving into a wisp of darkness, and raced back to the Abyss to report to Zarvok.

Meanwhile, high above the corrupted world, Ikenga and Zadkiel sat upon the moon's surface. They gazed down at the planet below, their eyes scanning the desolate landscape. From their vantage point, they could see a small, pristine part of the world that had not yet been tainted by the Abyss. It was a small beacon of hope in a sea of decay.

With a flick of his hand, Zadkiel summoned Vellok. The goblin mage appeared before them, still as a golden statue, his face frozen in a look of abject horror and shock. He had joined these mighty beings, and now, he watched the slow, agonizing destruction of his world.

He had lost everything, even his power. He couldn't see if his people were alive or dead, or what had become of his brothers. Tears, gleaming like liquid gold, streamed from the statue's eyes, yet Ikenga and Zadkiel remained unmoved. Ikenga's mind was elsewhere, grappling with the unexpected sight before him.

The demons were organized, a stark contrast to their usual chaotic invasions. They weren't just rampaging and destroying everything in sight. Instead, they were subduing the people and magical beasts without harming them. The destruction of this world wasn't a frenzy; it was a slow, methodical process.

He saw Rattan, sitting on the throne and began to piece together what was happening. But a critical question remained: Why would the demons need mortal creatures alive? Was it a calculated strategy for ruling a fallen world, or did these mortals serve a more sinister purpose?

It was then that both Ikenga and Zadkiel sensed a presence closing in on them from the void. Ikenga's eyes narrowed as he caught sight of the approaching figure. Without a moment's hesitation, he shot forward from his perch on the moon, disappearing into the darkness of space to intercept what was coming.

Ikenga shot through the void, closing the distance between him and the approaching figure in an instant. He pulled her into a tight embrace. Keles, bathed in the soft, otherworldly light, smiled up at him.

"I told you we would be alright," she said, her voice a soothing melody. Ikenga gently lifted her veil and kissed her, a moment of profound peace in the chaos of the void.

"I never doubted you," he replied, "but I can't help but worry." His eyes drifted down to her belly. "How is he?"

Keles's smile widened, her face glowing with maternal joy. "He's finally resting and growing as he should."

Ikenga's smile mirrored hers. He nodded and guided her toward his moon-bound garden. "You came at the right time. From here, we get a perfect view of what happens to a world taken by the Abyss."

Keles's gaze fell upon the lush greenery. "It seems we aren't alone," she noted as they walked deeper into the garden.

Beyond the clearing, Zadkiel sat in a relaxed position, a cup in his hand, his eyes fixed on the fallen world below. He looked up at them and smiled.