The world had changed. No one could deny it anymore.
The footage of Asmodai's arrival, his towering, stone-like frame etched in infernal sigils, his mere presence distorting light and reality, was everywhere.
A second video surfaced, where he appeared at a shopping center in a large city. Many recordings of the event were made, but one was clearly taken from the beginning, meaning he had an accomplice— Alyannah.
Frightened people watched as the sky turned black behind him like the earth had blinked. Reality warped at the edges of the screen, pixels glitching as though creation itself couldn't bear his presence. Streetlamps shattered. Wind spiraled in reverse. And humans, those who didn't flee or scream in terror, stood motionless, spellbound, as if some forgotten part of their soul had recognized him.
And then, he spoke. Not in a roar. Not in fury. He spoke in a voice that reshaped the air.
