Central City - Command Center

    The room was filled with noise and tension, completely at odds with its sleek, high-tech design.

    Holographic screens on the walls blinked and flickered, showing lines of data while voices overlapped, adding to the chaos.

    "Massive energy surge detected at Tempest Fort!" someone yelled, his face pale and drenched in sweat. His lips trembled, making his fear clear to everyone around him.

    "How strong is it?" demanded a woman in a military uniform, standing firmly in the middle of the room.

    "It’s off the scale, Commander! The energy is 150% stronger than the readings we got from that demon before!" the technician shouted, his voice rising in alarm.

    "You mean the one who took down a devil general?" she asked, her tone sharp. That news had spread like wildfire, becoming the hottest topic in every corner of the city.

    The idea that another demon, apart from Draven, could achieve such a decisive victory was almost unthinkable.

    But it was true. Even the Abyssal Alliance had confirmed it. They had no reason to lie since the demon wasn’t associated with them. Falsifying such information would only damage Draven’s reputation, and that wasn’t in their interest.

    Before they the commander could even get more info someone burst into the door,

    A soldier burst into the room, panting heavily. He leaned against the wall, struggling to steady his breath before speaking.

    "Reporting!" he gasped, his voice hoarse. "The other two generals at Tempest Fort... they’re dead! And the entire Hell Army... wiped out!"

    The room froze. Every set of eyes turned to him, the weight of his words sinking in like a heavy blow. For a moment, even the hum of computers seemed to fade into silence.@@@@

    "Who did it?" The commander asked.

    "It’s the same demon!" the soldier continued, his voice trembling. "The one who claims to be a primordial demon. According to the drone footage, he killed the two generals without even revealing himself!"

    He paused, swallowing hard before finishing. "The video only shows flashes of dark red light... and then it’s over. Just like that!"

    The news sent ripples of conflicting emotions through everyone who heard it.

    On one hand, there was relief—The terror that loomed over before had been obliterated.

    But on the other hand, fear and unease began to grow. If someone powerful enough to annihilate two devil generals and an entire army existed, what did that mean for the balance of power?

    Is he a savior or a new enemy?

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    Abyssal Alliance Capital

    Before the council could wrap up their tense discussion, a hurried knock came at the grand chamber doors. All eyes turned, the interruption breaking through the room’s heavy atmosphere.

    "Enter," Draven commanded, his voice calm but firm.

    The heavy doors creaked open, revealing a young demon lord soldier.

    "Maybe he wants to conquer the whole world?" Metto spoke up, rarely offering his thoughts, but his voice was steady as he shared his honest opinion.

    Draven let out a sigh. "It’s possible. Primordial demons were said to be obsessed with conquering the world, after all. Well, technically, they were obsessed with destroying all humans."

    It was common knowledge that the first demons were more aggressive and violent compared to the newer generations, like themselves.

    In the past, demons had an insatiable thirst for killing humans, almost as if it was embedded in their very DNA. It was only when they became more intelligent that they started to move beyond this instinct, no longer being swayed by it as much.

    "If that’s really the case, then he’s even more dangerous than the devils," Tara sneered, her voice dripping with contempt.

    "Don’t say that," Draven shook his head. "He might be strong, but there’s only one of him."

    This statement helped ease some of their worries. He was right—there was only one of him.

    Reign was still just one being, and even with his extraordinary strength, he could be overpowered if they played their cards right.

    While this was happening, Reign had already left Tempest Fort after his rank up. He was fully aware that he was under constant surveillance by the drones.

    With his overwhelming strength , he knew that his next steps would either force an alliance or a confrontation, but either way, he would come out on top.

    Why?

    The answer to that was his next action: he raised his hand and muttered, "ARISE."

    With those words, three figures emerged from the darkness. Their power was nothing short of extraordinary, radiating dark red energy that warped the very air around them.

    At first glance, they appeared as mere forms of energy, dark and red in color, flickering like shadows in the night. But as their energy stabilized, their features began to emerge with frightening clarity.

    These were no ordinary beings—they were the resurrected generals of Hell: Asmodeus, Aamon, and Belphegor.

    Their once-powerful, imposing body were now turned ethereal and shadowlike , and their eyes were void of the burning will that had once defined them.

    His influence over them was absolute. They were no longer the feared commanders of Hell’s legions—they were his puppets, bound by his power and control.

    The terrifying part was that any of these three could effortlessly kill a demon god.

    But he was not done yet.

    "ARISE!"

    He muttered again, his voice low and commanding, and from the ground, all his previous puppets began to rise.

    These were no longer the same beings they once were. They had evolved, transformed into Demon Kings.

    "ARISE!" He repeated for the third time.

    Then, in the clearing, millions of creatures in different shapes began to emerge from the shadows, their bodies slowly rising from the ground.

    These were the same creatures he had mercilessly slaughtered at Tempest Fort, and now they were all his slaves.

    Reign had turned their deaths into an opportunity, reshaping them into a powerful army under his complete control. A feat that no one, not even the most ambitious of demons, could have ever imagined possible.

    ’So this is what it feels like to have a powerful army,’ he muttered with a grin, feeling a wave of satisfaction. There was something thrilling about seeing a legion of his own.