In the depths of the abyss, far beyond the layers where common demons dared to exist and far beyond where the primordial beings reached, there was a domain where even the concept of "hell" lost its meaning, dissolving into something older, denser, more… fundamental.
There was no fire there, no screams, no visible chaos; only a silent, heavy vastness, where darkness itself seemed to possess mass, compressing everything around it as if it were a living entity, observing, waiting, remembering.
It was in this silence that the information arrived.
What had been meticulously prepared, fueled by eons of manipulation, sustained by forces that defied even the world's systems… had been reduced to nothing in a span of time that could not even be coherently measured. No useful fragments remained, no manipulable echoes, no secondary variables that could be reused. Only absence.
And this absence… was more alarming than any defeat.
A movement occurred in the darkness.
