Asura, this is a typical fabricated term, which in Laine’s fleeting memory before he arrived in this world, existed in the mythology of another Eastern civilization.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
Sometimes they were seen as deities, but sometimes not; however, they mostly lacked innate duties and powers and were innately warlike, with a strong desire for life. Placing such a term here couldn’t be more fitting.
Thus, when the Ancient Serpent spoke, it was as if the world bestowed a ’true name’ upon the newborn realm, and the emerging domain was branded with a name at its origin.
"It looks like, everything’s going smoothly."
In the slowed space-time influenced by some power, Asmodeus’s tired voice rose again.
In the distance, Moya had already regained composure. She no longer toyed with the ’Laine’ and ’beauty’ that fell into her hand like a cat with a mouse, but surged forth with her power towards the nascent little world. Stay connected via empire
She could already feel the violent tremors of Tartarus’s will, the impact of the fall of a Demon God. She intended to salvage whatever little she could, but watching Moya’s actions, the Ancient Serpent showed no intention of stopping her.
Because the brief period of confrontation had confirmed something, the Mother of Demons, although suddenly wielding such great power, had equally significant limitations.
And that would soon become apparent.
"Yes, everything’s going smoothly, except for the ’brave’ Crius whose Divine Body was destroyed, there were no additional losses,"
"Hmm... it looks like me."
Asmodeus continued, and this time the Ancient Serpent did not respond.
Because just like he said, his Divine Body probably wouldn’t ’escape death’ either.
...
"—Deceiver!"
A sharp voice burst forth from within, and at the moment the power in Hell exploded, Moya instantly realized she had been deceived.
Although up to now, she still couldn’t see what was wrong with the being she had captured, the truth was now clear—it must be a fake.
They had tricked her in some way, played her for a fool, and she had been so self-satisfied just a moment ago?
Her eyes filled with red, blood roiled over her body, Moya looked toward that forming world, her rage driving her to rush violently towards it.
She wanted to destroy this creation, which was almost a proof of her humiliation. Even at some cost, she wanted to strangle this fragile trinket in its cradle.
However, contrary to Moya’s expectations, no one came to stop her. She charged to the edges of the emptying space-time bubble and collided with the newborn world.
Boom—
The roar erupted, the intense trembling causing Moya to feel momentarily dizzy.
She was surprised, as her power at that time shouldn’t have been harmed by such a small realm’s fledgling form; that was supposed to be impossible.
But it didn’t matter. After such a blow, it must have already—
"How can this be?"
Stunned and confused, in front of Moya, the little world’s form hadn’t suffered much damage. It had merely been knocked out of position and then stopped changing.