"Dammit! Dammit! Dammit!" Malrox slammed his squid-like hand against his table, cleanly snapping it in half. He was recovering from some injuries he had sustained protecting his territory from the moon fragments, which had completely decimated the place.
"What happened?! How the fuck did the moon fall out of the sky?! Is the world coming to an end? Did the Will of the World die? What the fuck is going on?"
Since Archdemons were a higher level of being, they knew about the will of the world and how the moon was connected to it. This meant that if the will was dying, so would the moon.
"I-I'm not sure, sir. We've tried to analyze every possible phenomenon that could have made the moon fall, but we weren't able to come up with anything. It's as if someone pushed the moon towards the world." A servant informed him.
