Stolas, who had just resurrected, had died. His flesh was swept away by the flood, his soul devoured, and only the demons near Vlass managed to escape catastrophe.
The attack from Anla was far from over. As he drew rune characters in the air, the blinding light he emitted pierced through the barrier between reality and illusion. The flood surged in, and panic set in among the demons—some grew wings and flew to the sky, while others transformed into silver sludge to escape underground. Only Vlass, Butis, and Seigon stood still.
As the flood approached, a colossal black sword cleaved it in twain. The waters parted to flow past Vlass, Butis, and Seigon, not even grazing them.
"Paimon..."
Seeing Paimon suddenly appear before Vlass, Anla's expression grew darker. The Supreme Pillars had appeared, the Covenant Holy Sword had materialized, and The Gate of Demons had been opened. How far could the Ancient Gods be?