The enormous demon, possessing twelve symmetrical limbs and a human face, finally began to walk away. Under the dome of the high, distant starry sky, her silhouette gradually distorted and merged into the chaos in the distance. Where she had once occupied, only pitch-black skeletal remains and flesh, now gradually disintegrating and ascending, remained, along with dozens of indigenous creatures, battered and slowly regaining strength.
Struggling, several Abyssal Hounds climbed out from the pile of bones, their bodies missing several bone shards. Ominous birds circled above the lifeless remains, searching for materials to restore their energy. A huge, spike-covered skull slowly landed nearby on the ground, its dark red hollow eye sockets watching the demons on the plains.
After the departure of the Superior Demon, a fragile and dangerous balance had formed among these remaining Profound Demons, but this brief balance was soon to be shattered.