After completing the horrific refinement of his new Sovereign-tier fiend, Sunny was entirely exhausted. His civilian mind was completely frayed from the constant, high-stakes theatricality required to survive the Demonic Path.
He explicitly desired nothing more than to curl into a lightless corner, wrap himself in a heavy shadow-cloak, and sleep for an entire lunar cycle.
He unrolled a gruesome bone-scroll, attempting to distract himself from his impending panic attacks.
The text, authored by a mad sect chronicler, detailed the strict, elemental hierarchies of demonic beasts.
The chronicler stated unequivocally that shadow-attribute fiends were universally inferior to light-attribute manifestations, citing ancient, blood-soaked battlefield statistics.
Sunny explicitly found the ancient demonic logic to be entirely flawed. The Supreme Merge System had already proven to him that high-tier genetic fusions routinely eradicated these foundational boundaries.
