From Throne World: Atlantis, ethereal towers of iridescent coral rose from the depths of the ocean, their surfaces adorned with pearls and jewels that glittered like stars in the night sky. As they pierced the surface of the water, they created a breathtaking spectacle of aquatic grandeur that stretched toward the heavens. Along the shorelines, delicate, exotic sea flora and swaying kelp forests appeared, their fronds glistening with an otherworldly luminescence. Exotic fish and merfolk, their forms radiant with allure, emerged from the sea, beckoning to those who glimpsed at them.

On the other hand, Throne World: Second Ring of Hell infused the real world with a fiery and tempestuous ambiance. Volcanic fissures cracked open in the earth, spewing forth rivers of molten lava that flowed like streams of passion. The sky itself became a canvas of crimson and obsidian as if painted by infernal passions. Sultry demons, their eyes smoldering with desire, materialized in the shadows, their presence an embodiment of tantalizing temptation. The air was thick with the scent of incense and exotic spices, a heady and intoxicating aroma that stirred primal desires.

As these two realms bled into the real world, the merging of their landscapes created a surreal and unsettling juxtaposition. The crystalline towers of Atlantis cast reflections in the molten rivers of the Second Ring of Hell, creating an eerie play of light and shadow. Exotic sea creatures swam amidst the fiery rivers, their aquatic forms seeming both out of place and strangely fitting in this amalgamation of realms. The real world was transformed into a chaotic dreamscape where elements of both desire and torment coexisted.

Since these skills were so large upon activating, any demon who found themselves caught in this clash of realms experienced a bewildering mix of sensations. The allure of Atlantis beckoned with promises of passionate enchantment, while the infernal temptations of the Second Ring of Hell tugged at their deepest desires. It was a surreal and disorienting experience as the boundaries between reality and these Throne Worlds blurred, leaving those in its wake to navigate the bewildering intersection of lust and longing that unfolded before them.

“I guess… I should also make my move… Throne World: Kingdom of Null.”

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(Aisa POV)

Far in the distance, I witnessed those three goddamn monsters activate their own realms. Each one cut into the literal space around us like they had already ascended to godhood. My friends which I thought I knew all about had become so different… to the point where I could hardly even tell if I was looking at an illusion or the real thing.

“Aisa,” A chilling voice reached out from behind me, scraping at the cavity of my ears. Even though my guard was up and my senses had been sharpened to their utmost max, I could hardly notice him… that boy wrapped in a storm of dark wind.

A young man emerged as an exquisite and ethereal figure, a living embodiment of the enigmatic beauty of his ancient race. His most captivating feature, without a doubt, is the long, snow-white hair that cascades down his back like a silken waterfall. This pristine mane, untouched by the darkness that shrouds his world, seems to have captured the very essence of moonlight, shimmering with an otherworldly luminescence.

Amidst this sea of white, his wooden horns stand out as stark ebony crescents, their intricate etchings, and swirls serving as a stark contrast to the purity of his hair. These majestic horns frame his face like ornate crowns, adding an air of regal beauty to his already enchanting countenance. They curve gracefully upward from his temples, their dark branches creating an intriguing play of light and shadow against the canvas of his alabaster skin, which appears almost translucent, as though it were a vessel for the very essence of moonlight.

His eyes, the color of deep amethyst, seem to hold the wisdom of ages and the secrets of the shadows. They are framed by long, dark lashes that accentuate their hypnotic allure, drawing in those who dare to meet his gaze. His high cheekbones and sculpted jawline give his face a timeless elegance, while his lips, adorned with a perpetual enigmatic smile, are the embodiment of mystery, hinting at the depths of his thoughts and the enigmas of his soul.

Beneath his flowing, dark robes, adorned with subtle, iridescent accents that gleam like stars against a moonless night, lies a slender yet muscular physique, a testament to his grace and strength. With each movement, he exudes an otherworldly grace, his every step taken with a quiet confidence that comes from knowing his place in the tapestry of his mystical realm. In addition, his leather boots, perfectly crafted for the shadows, allow him to tread silently through his homeland’s labyrinthine darkness.

This young dark elf’s power lies in his profound connection to the dark wind, a mystical force that dances around him like a living, swirling entity, responding to his every thought and whim. With a mere gesture, he can call upon this dark wind to enshroud him in an impenetrable cloak of shadows, further emphasizing his already elusive presence. His command over this mystic force is as fluid as the night itself, and in battle, it becomes an extension of his will, enabling him to confound and outmaneuver his adversaries with a grace and finesse that are as beguiling as they are deadly.

“Shall we join? Orion said our first step to winning this war was to control the demon lord of destruction.”𝒐𝑣𝑙xt.𝓬𝐎𝐌

“That’s utter bull**. We should be focusing our power on the demon gods rather than the demon lords… we’re on their side.”

“We are on their side, but that doesn’t mean they’ll listen to us… so just trust Orion. He said as long as we take him down, we can gain full control over him. He has some kind of skill that allows him to alter his mind.”

There was no downside. The strongest demon lord in terms of raw status power and war power… if we could get control of him, we could easily control the other demon lords as well. At that point there would be pretty much no unexpected errors, meaning our job would be much easier…

“But there’s a problem,” I replied.

“Yeah… I know,” Findir began to sweat while a duo of eerie presences emerged from the throne room’s shadows.

As these two enigmatic figures materialized, their presence became a captivating juxtaposition of contrasting forces. The first figure, a male, steps forth, shrouded in an ominous and deathly aura that seems to exude from him like an eerie mist. This aura is a vortex of shadows, clinging to him like living entities, their forms shifting and coiling around his being in an endless dance of darkness. It’s as though he is the very embodiment of the night, drawing the depths of obscurity toward him. And with every movement, he leaves behind a trail of lingering darkness that loiters like a haunting echo. The atmosphere around him becomes heavy and charged with an unnerving sense of foreboding, as though the very essence of mortality emanates from his presence.

Alongside him, the second figure, a female, emerges with a striking contrast that defies comprehension. She is enveloped in an illusionary mist that transcends the boundaries of reality itself. This mesmerizing aura is a breathtaking spectacle, where individual worlds and entire galaxies seem to revolve around her like a celestial chandelier. Each planet is a radiant orb, casting a soft, ethereal glow that harmoniously dances with neighboring stars. The delicate balance of these celestial bodies creates a kaleidoscope of colors and patterns, giving her an otherworldly allure that defies earthly imagination. It’s as though the very cosmos has chosen to converge within her, and the very fabric of existence bends to her will.

Together, they step out of the shadowy abyss, a living embodiment of the cosmic duality between darkness and light. Their presence carries an air of mystery that beckons those who witness them to contemplate the profound and the infinite. In their union, one can feel the irresistible pull of both the eternal void and the boundless wonders of the universe. Their auras are like enigmatic stories, inviting contemplation of the universal forces that shape existence, where the male figure stands as a harbinger of mortality’s inevitability, and the female figure embodies the limitless potential and beauty of the cosmos itself.

“And what might that be?” Cy loosely smiled.

And Luna, who stood relatively silent beside him ended up deciding to speak up. “The demon lords have most likely prepared for that situation. At the very least, just Beelzebub and Lucifer, but we should take all of them into account-”

Chills shot down our spines. And reflexively, we opened up our hand seals, allowing us to utilize the full power of a single skill. It was so strong in fact, that once we returned, it could allow us to reign over the overworld.

“Throne World: Cage of The Erased Being.”

“Throne World: Funeral of The Living.”

“Throne World: Scarred Grove of The Wind King’s Palace.”

“Throne World: Land of Memories.”

And then, the ones who sent chills to erupt through our skin muttered their own powers.

“Throne World: Kaleidoscopic Galaxy.”

“Throne World: Prison of Eternity.”

“Godly Skill Copy → Throne World: World of Mirrors.”

“Throne World: Kingdom of Sensory Deprivation.”

“Throne World: World of Memories.”

Just as I prepared myself for the biggest jumping of my life, suddenly, Leviathan, in the very far distance opened his mouth. His throne world which I had initially thought was the peak of his power… had only been sidestepped by yet another powerful display of divinity.

“Throne World: Wormhole. Condition Set. Strength Against Weakness. Condition Set. Favored in Stronger Demonic Energy.”