The Demon King did not resist. He simply watched in silence, his eyes glimmering faintly as the Mirror Dimension folded into being.
He could tell exactly what was happening, Anthony was dragging him into another layer of existence, but still, he did not act.
There was no urgency in his movements, no spark of resistance. He merely floated with his hands behind his back, as though he were a guest politely allowing his host to arrange the scenery.
His gaze swept across the newly woven reality, scrutinizing it with a calm curiosity. The Mirror Dimension stretched before him in its infinite stillness, an exact replica of the Blue Planet he had just left behind, down to the smallest details.
The forests were still there, the great oceans gleamed, mountains rose in their silent grandeur, and deserts sprawled endlessly beneath a barren sun. It was all familiar.
But it lacked locomotive life.
