Vlad, the White Death, Overlord, Merlin, and Ankil stood within the largest castle of the Eighth Layer of Hell—the central stronghold where the forces of the Six Sun Alliance had established their garrison.
A somber atmosphere filled the chamber.
The Sovereigns remained silent for a time, each of them lost in thought as they tried to determine their next move. The situation had grown increasingly complicated. With Heaven and its Archangels occupying the Ninth Layer, a massive blockade now stood in the way of their plans.
They could not secure their ultimate stronghold.
And without that, everything else became uncertain.
Neither Vlad nor the White Death could afford to leave for the Primordial Divine Realm while the Ninth Layer remained under Heaven's control. Doing so would be like abandoning a house with a wolf inside—sooner or later, everything within would be torn apart.
