Three phantom silhouettes stood erect in the sky, invisible rhythms collided, and the smooth expanse of space resembled a blank sheet of paper, crumpled at will by a mighty hand before being smoothed out again.
Looking at the endless devastation all around, Wayne sighed in relief that the Devil had the decency to fight behind a barrier, sparing the Mortal World from destruction.
He hoped that the next Devil to descend would be just as courteous.
Three auras crushed against each other, Hexuno's the most noble and pure, Milne embodied both the Golden Rule and the Seven Deadly Sins, the most chaotic and the most powerful, and Wayne...
It wasn't a question of strength; he was just too unnerving.
A whisper, chaotic yet pure, filled the creases of space around them, wrapping them in a layer of white flesh walls.
In terms of the ability to spread Corruption, he was undoubtedly the strongest present.