On the 36th Floor of the Abyss, the young man upon the White Bone Throne raised his hand. The surrounding Demons fell so silent you could hear a pin drop. Even a dying Little Demon, accidentally crushed under the foot of a massive Magical Beast, clamped its mouth shut.
He tapped a single, pitch-black finger, and a tiny black hole appeared at its tip. It then expanded abruptly, and a beam of black light, seven or eight blades wide and seemingly capable of devouring light itself, shot explosively toward the Teleportation Gate.
The Demons watched Levi before the Teleportation Gate with savage grins, as if they were looking at a dead man.
Everyone saw it. In an age where the Gods of the Middle Ages Continent had vanished for thousands of years, to now witness a God take action with their own eyes—the mere sight of the attack was enough to make their very souls tremble.
Unconcealable panic flashed in everyone's eyes.
With the exception of the Lord.
