"Just you wait, Cosmos. I will have your head, and I will mount it upon the spire of this world that you have previously ruined!"
The voice was loud and full of anger. It originated from a coordinate that was blank on the map of Thea, a blind spot in the multiverse.
This was a part of multiverse so heavy with demonic energies that even the particles of Thea, disintegrated before they could penetrate deeper.
It was a scar on the face of reality, a place where the Demon Lords had walked, leaving behind a footprint of corrosion.
This was Solara, the once proud domain of the Kairos, the self proclaimed God of time.
Now, it was a festering wound. The golden sun that once illuminated this realm had died down.
And the place where orcs, humans and spirits used to roam, was now a home to billions of demons.
Inside the God space of Kairos, which was now in the form of a meeting room, Kairos sat at the head of a obsidian table.
