At that exact moment, a faint crack appeared in the fabric of reality, leaving a small hole. From it poured a tremendous presence, sending ripples through existence itself. A massive figure descended from the opening in the sky, the ground shaking as if an earthquake had struck. The figure shared features with Zogratis, but the difference was clear. A vast, overwhelming surge of Primordial Essence.
It turned it's head and faced his accomplice who had been killed, scattered to pieces beneath a crater, and it shook it's head in disappointment. "That human, managed to defeat Zogratis?" It questioned with a slight hint of disbelief.
From it's view in the sky, three out of the four humans were taken out and only one was left, that meant he was able to stand his ground against Zogratis.
Mazmuth's eyes widened, trembling as his gaze was fixed on the demon that just came out of a hole in the sky.
"I—It can't be... The Primordial demon general...?"
