On Olympus Peak, the assembled gods at the victory feast dropped their golden goblets, and the fine wine turned into cold sweat of terror.
The alarm bell rang from the deepest part of the Netherworld, a sound so shrill and desperate that even Hades, the Lord of Death, felt his Divine Soul shuddering.
"Boom——!!!"
At the center of the Mediterranean, the water surface was torn by an irresistible force, and a "volcano of flesh and blood" a thousand times larger than Mount Etna burst from the seabed.
Following that, a being truly deserving of the name "Demon Ancestor" slowly rose from within that "volcano."
Its upper body was a twisted humanoid, with muscles knotted and skin branded with Abyssal runes, towering into the clouds as if to pierce the sky. Its arms stretched, one reaching to the land of the eastern sunrise, the other to the western sunset cliff, with countless poisonous snakes writhing and hissing on them.
