Chapter 595: Advent (1)
"Why?"
The one who spoke was the Demon King of Incarceration, his face no longer smiling but instead filled with horror. He struggled to mobilize his inert body and staggered to his feet.
"How can this be...?" he said with incredulity.
What he was seeing was beyond belief. Colors were swirling chaotically before his eyes — it was a unique phenomenon that could only mean one thing.
But why? Why had the Demon King of Destruction appeared here? For three hundred years, the Demon King of Destruction had been sealed away in Ravesta with Vermouth.
This place was not Ravesta. There should be no reason for the Demon King of Destruction to appear here.
Yet, the Demon King of Incarceration couldn't deny that the chaotic colors spreading across the sky were a harbinger of the coming of the Demon King of Destruction. His chains were connected to the center of the swirl of colors. He felt even more appalled.
He always felt the trembling in the chains. Whenever any influence was exerted on the Demon King of Destruction or Vermouth, the Demon King of Incarceration would be the first to know through the chains. Thus, it was genuinely alarming that he had not sensed the advent of the Demon King of Destruction earlier.
Was it because he was focused on the battle at hand? Because he was weakened? No, it was not for such reasons. Regardless of his circumstances, the chains were unbroken.