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He looked around confused, he was still in midair and there was no obstruction anywhere around him, it was impossible for him to even know the ground from the sky and he was just selecting a direction and pushing forward until he found something to kill, and then he yawned.

The urge to sleep overwhelmed him and he fell to one knee, dropping his massive axes that disappeared into the gloom, his large cat-like eyes began to droop, and he noticed a few meters ahead, one of his Demon Knights, a Dulahan, a headless horseman riding a decaying horse had been reduced to bones, an old woman was hugging him to her breast.

"No, this is not right," he growled and tried to return to his feet, but everything was so much harder to do, even lifting his fingers was nearly impossible, and when even breathing felt like the most difficult thing he had ever done, he dimly noticed that the old man holding his legs had returned, and he was no longer tiny.

His figure had filled up, and he stood straighter, now filled with vitality, his eyes which were previously dull embers had begun to glow. The Demon General released a small groan as he noticed that his legs had been reduced to dry bones and the destruction was moving up his body, before his life faded away, he saw that perching on his once magnificent body were six other figures, the last one had been hugging his neck.

The last thing he heard was his neck snapping like a dried branch. He idly wondered why he had felt no pain.

The Akashic Trell was a silent assassin, and except for enemies like Demon Generals with enormous amounts of essence, any Demon usually fell within a second, unable to even scream, and even if they did, there was no one here to hear their cries except darkness and the endless cold.

Nyrroth the Mind Flayer was the first Demon Prince who noticed their presence. He was in the midst of the demonic horde pushing away the fog for miles, he cursed when he looked behind him and noticed that the path he had opened had become filled once more with fog.

Like a blanket surrounding him, Nyrroth could feel the presence of his demons around him and then the blanket began to grow holes. A bit of cold touched his senses where there should have been warmth.

His eyes tracked through the fog trying to find out what was happening but he could only see dim flashes of red, whatever was happening outside his perception, the perpetrators chose to remain far from him, but since they were hunting so close to him, it meant they did not really fear him. They were fools.

Nyrroth continued forward, moving faster and pushing the fog aside in an erratic manner, hoping he could catch the ones who were stealing his warmth, but after a while, the Demon Price thought he could hear the cheeky laughter of a child. He knew when he was being mocked. In the last few minutes, he had not counted but he must have lost hundreds of millions of demons, indeed he was being mocked.

With a roar of anger he dispelled the fog around him for hundreds of miles, "Show yourself!"

That turned out to be a mistake as a blurry figure that was moving so fast it was impossible to accurately see his form slammed into Nyrroth and took him into the fog, he never emerged.

The rabble was for Eva to contain, the Princes on the other hand, were for Rowan to hunt, and his Sovereigns were his hands. The hunt continued in the darkness, the Arkashic Trells growing larger and faster as they consumed more demons and after reaching the peak of their growth from feeding from so many demonic essences, they began to evolve.

Their human shell tore apart revealing a smooth chitinous shell that was black like midnight, multiple arms and tentacles burst out from their bodies and they shot into the darkness looking for more prey. The Trells gave out invisible cries that stunned and placed every demon to sleep around them before they began feasting.

The slaughter escalated, almost matching the number of demons pouring into his dimension at every moment. Rowan\'s stores of Soul Crystals began to multiply faster than he could have anticipated.

In three hours, all the Demon Princes were dead, but the flood of Demons continued pouring in, unending, and even with the power of an Akashic Trell, they began to fall against the weight of endless numbers. A surprising amount of them died due to self explosion, they had eaten until they burst.

This was not altogether a bad thing, for the Trell that died in that manner had a chance to split into smaller copies of themselves, restarting the circle all again, but it was clear that in a while, even the Akashic Trell would not be enough, there were just too many demons to kill.

Rowan was not focused on this dilemma, something else was calling his attention, he just had a new discovery on the bodies of the Demon Princes that was a cause for concern.

Rowan had noticed that the essence of the Demon Princes was weaker than normal, he had killed enough Demon Princes to know the amount of demonic powers that should be present in their bodies, not wasting time to investigate every single facet of their corpses he hastily located the Soul Mountain of one of them and crushed it to pieces, not interested in the Soul Crystals, he was here for the memories.

The slammed into his mind, different from any memories he had ever read before. These were reaching for him. There was no cognizant structure to these memories, only a voice, and the first thing he heard was the voice of the Third Prince,

"You can eat souls boy, then that means you might hear my voice, surprise! Well, don\'t say I don\'t give good presents, and since we here are all in the spirit of giving, here\'s another one!"

His entire Dimension suddenly lit up with a supernatural glow that chased away the fog, a loud groaning sound rang out that caused ears to bleed, and as the light vanished, an endless army took its place.

Endless was not a word that Rowan used lightly.

This army did not just hold demons, but mages and so much more. Rowan\'s great eye had been exposed and could see the Third Prince and Golgoth standing side by side.

The Third Prince was grinning with his hand spread open, revealing his powerful physique, his face that so closely resembled Rowan\'s own was warped in a manic excitement. Golgoth held Gaping Undoer with both hands and lightly tapped on the hilt with his fingers, his body was vibrating as if he was holding himself back with every willpower he had.

The voice of the Third Prince rippled through his dimension, "Surely, you don\'t think you are the only one who likes giving out surprises, or did you think this battle was going to only play by your rule…boy?"