The demons of Armus were still struggling to deal with the aftermath of the war—the loss, the shock, the sudden collapse of old powers, and the complete transformation of their capital, when another announcement shook the world.
The Blood and Fire Ritual would take place ahead of schedule.
The news spread quickly. This ritual was not a small event. It was one of the oldest and most sacred traditions of Armus, held once every five years. Demons from every corner of the world would make a long pilgrimage to the capital to take part in it. Only the strongest were eligible, Masters and Grandmasters, the top thousand demons ranked by level and strength. Even then, participation meant nothing unless one already possessed a certain level of comprehension in Fire laws.
Traditionally, the ritual lasted seven full days and was conducted with the assistance of the world core itself.
But Armus was no longer the same world.
The world core now belonged to me.
