However, the person who is supposed to help her break the seal should be arriving soon.
"Ahtal," a complex voice echoed in the void. Then, she gently closed her eyes, hoping for a miracle. She awaited the Time Witch to summon her incarnation so that she might once again see Ahtal calling for her.
But she knew it was unlikely.
The current Ahtal had already become the King of Ash, yet there was still a chance for salvation. If only she could successfully assassinate the God of Omniscience and then cover the world with the Order of Death, she could move forward to a future battle with Ahtal.
If there was a chance to defeat Ahtal, perhaps she could find a way to separate him from the state of being the King of Ash.
Hell.
The bottom layer.
The God of Hell sat at a round table, drinking the fine wine brewed by the god of wine himself. His expression abruptly froze as memories from the future suddenly flooded his brain. His body began to swell uncontrollably, growing without limit.
