The wind carried the scent of dust and forgotten magic as Kaito led his team through the skeletal remains of a city long dead. Crumbled towers of white stone clawed at a sky the color of a faded bruise. It had been weeks since the devastating battle against Jogo and Tatara, a conflict that had revealed a terrifying new truth: powerful beings from disparate worlds were uniting, their coordination a threat far greater than any lone monster. Fragil, her silver hair a stark contrast to the grey landscape, walked silently among them, her gaze constantly fixed on Kaito. She was still observing, still trying to decipher the enigma of the man who had become their anchor.
As they entered what must have once been the city's central plaza, the air grew heavy, thick with an oppressive energy that made the fine hairs on Kaito's arms stand up. His instincts, honed by countless battles, screamed a single, urgent warning. *Danger.* Before he could form a command, before he could even draw a breath to shout, the space around them warped. Dozens of shimmering, translucent cubes materialized out of thin air, each one humming with a disquieting power, trapping them in a deadly cage.
A colossal black portal ripped open the sky above, a wound in reality that bled darkness and malice. From its depths, a figure descended, landing without a sound on the cracked stone below. He was tall, dressed in a simple, dark tunic, with a third eye closed in the center of his forehead. The moment his feet touched the ground, a pressure, tangible and suffocating, crashed down upon them. It was an aura of absolute authority, of power so immense it bent the air itself. Eto, Mei Mei, Akira—veterans of countless life-or-death struggles—found their chests tightening, their lungs struggling for a single gasp of air.
For the first time since they had banded together, a chilling silence fell over Kaito's team. The usual banter, the confident readiness, evaporated. Nobody spoke. Nobody moved. In the face of this overwhelming presence, a single, terrifying realization settled in every mind: if Kaito fell, they would all be erased. There would be no struggle, no chance to retaliate. Only oblivion.
Zenon Zogratis's eyes, cold and devoid of emotion, slowly scanned the terrified group before settling on Kaito. There was no fear in his gaze, no anger. Only a faint, almost imperceptible flicker of disappointment.
"So this is the famous Chosen One?" Zenon's voice was flat, a monotone that carried an unnerving weight.
The entire team flinched, their heads snapping toward Kaito in collective shock. The name was a secret, a whispered legend.
Zenon continued, his tone that of a scholar reading from a tedious text. "Kaito Astralis." He let the name hang in the dead air. "No royal blood. No noble bloodline. No clan. No family legacy. You weren't born an Astralis. You created that surname yourself."
Kaito's eyes narrowed to slits. This was impossible. Details of his past, of the name he had forged from nothing, were known only to him.
"Ancient records mention a 'Chosen One'," Zenon explained, his gaze unwavering. "A person who belongs to no world, no kingdom, no clan, no destiny. An anomaly. I originally believed the stories were nonsense." A ghost of a smile touched his lips. "Now I see why people are interested in capturing you."
The final piece clicked into place. This wasn't a random encounter. This was a hunt. Zenon had come here specifically for him.
Without another word, Zenon attacked. He didn't gesture, didn't chant. He simply *willed* it. Massive, sharpened bones erupted from the ground like a graveyard's final, violent uprising, aiming to impale them all. Simultaneously, the spatial cubes began to contract, their edges glowing with destructive energy.
"Move!" Kaito roared, his Frost Breathing activating in a shimmering aura of ice. He slammed his palm into the ground, a wave of frozen energy spreading to halt the bones' advance. He leaped into the air, Star Magic flaring as he launched a Meteor Crown at Zenon, a cluster of blazing projectiles that screamed through the sky.
Zenon didn't even flinch. A simple wave of his hand, and a spatial cube appeared, swallowing the meteors whole before they vanished. He countered instantly, a spear of bone shooting from the ground with impossible speed. Kaito twisted, his Kagune erupting from his back to form a shield, the bone tip scraping against it with a piercing shriek. Kaito was holding back, using only portions of his power, testing his opponent.
Zenon handled it all with an infuriating ease. He parried Kaito's cursed energy strikes with bone constructs, deflected his Star Magic with spatial portals, and seemed to treat the entire battle like a tedious lesson he was forced to teach.
"Nezuko! Susamaru! Flank him!" Kaito yelled, his voice strained.
Nobody wanted to leave him fighting alone. Nezuko let out a piercing shriek, her Blood Demon Art erupting in a torrent of corrosive pink flames that washed over Zenon's position. At the same time, Susamaru launched a barrage of her destructive temari balls from multiple angles, their explosive force rocking the plaza.
Eto and Kaya moved in unison, their Kagune unfurling into a symphony of flesh and steel. Eto's monstrous Ukaku wing fired a hail of crystalline projectiles while Kaya's Rinkaku tentacles lashed out, attempting to wrap and crush Zenon in a coordinated assault designed to overwhelm any single defense.
Mei Mei's crows descended, a black swarm of beaks and talons, their enhanced attacks striking at Zenon's blind spots. Miwa moved like a shadow, her sword a blur of silver as she carved openings, her support techniques amplifying her allies' speed and power.
The rest of the team unleashed hell. Roma's tentacles lashed out, Mukago's tongue whipped with deadly force, and the Spider Mother summoned a tide of skittering arachnids. Momo, Shoko, Secre, Sol, Nebra, Akira, and Fragil—all contributed their strongest abilities, weaving a tapestry of destruction that was the best teamwork they had ever displayed.
For a single, breathtaking moment, Zenon was actually forced to defend himself, a bone shield erupting to block a combined attack from Eto and Kaya, a spatial warp dodging Mei Mei's diving birds.
Instead of concern, a slight, genuine smile touched Zenon's lips. "At least you're stronger than the reports suggested."
Then, he got serious.
His devil power, a raw, suffocating miasma, began spreading across the battlefield. The atmosphere grew thick, heavy, and the very air felt toxic. Kaito felt a genuine, primal fear crawl up his spine. This was it.
Zenon raised a single hand. Spatial Magic, Bone Magic, and devil power converged into a single, catastrophic attack. A torrential storm of slashing spatial rifts, exploding bone fragments, and pure demonic energy tore through the battlefield. It wasn't an attack; it was an erasure.
The girls desperately tried to defend themselves. Nezuko's flames were snuffed out. Susamaru's temari were shattered mid-air. Eto and Kaya's Kagune were ripped to shreds. One after another, they were thrown across the plaza like broken dolls, their bodies impacting against ruined walls with sickening crunches. They were critically injured, unable to continue fighting.
Fragil, her own magic barely shielding her from the worst of the blast, could only watch in horror as the entire team collapsed.
Kaito turned around. He saw them lying broken and bleeding on the cold stone. For the first time since meeting them, they genuinely looked defeated. A cold, empty silence filled his heart, and then, it was replaced by fire.
His Rage Output began to rise.
«100...»
«1,000...»
«10,000...»
«100,000...»
«???»
A voice, ancient and powerful, echoed from within the Five-Leaf Grimoire on his hip.
«"Now you understand."»
«"Power exists for moments like this."»
The devil finally spoke directly to Kaito. And this time, he didn't reject it. He embraced it.
Kaito released the true power of his grimoire. The battlefield was flooded by celestial energy as he unleashed Star Magic at its maximum level. Stellar Edge, Constellation Prison, Nova Spear, Celestial Impact, Astral Burst, Meteor Crown, Supernova, Fallen Constellation, and King's Galaxy—one after another, each attack a cataclysm that reshaped the very landscape.
Zenon initially believed this was Kaito's limit. Then Kaito began fusing Star Magic with devil power. Black Nova crushed entire sections of the battlefield. Eclipse Spear, a spear of pure darkness and starlight, pierced through Zenon's defenses, leaving a bleeding gash on his arm. Event Horizon began consuming the surrounding mana, starving Zenon of his energy.
For the first time in the battle, Zenon looked genuinely alarmed. He was forced to dodge instead of tanking attacks, and several strikes left visible injuries across his body. Although Zenon's attacks continued to damage Kaito, Kaito completely ignored the pain. His body was a canvas of wounds, but his
willpower pushed him forward. He became dramatically faster and stronger, a blur of black and blue light, a star gone supernova.
The fight reached its climax as Kaito overwhelmed Zenon with relentless attacks, blasting him through multiple mountains and forcing him to retreat. Zenon was not defeated, but for the first time in years, he was forced to withdraw, his form dissolving into a spatial rift with a promise of return in his cold eyes.
Kaito immediately returned to his team. Realizing there was no healer capable of fixing injuries on this scale, he poured his remaining energy into his Domain Expansion.
«Divine Throne»
The world transformed. The ruined plaza was replaced by a celestial throne room, bathed in the soft light of a thousand stars. Inside his domain, Kaito was the absolute authority. The environment itself responded to his will, its energy flowing into his teammates, stabilizing their broken bodies, mending flesh and bone over time.
Later that night, inside the sanctuary of their castle, the atmosphere was heavy with a mixture of relief and shame. The girls, bandaged and resting, apologized for not being strong enough. Kaito simply smiled, a genuine warmth in his eyes.
"If you fall, I'll carry you."
"If you break, I'll protect you."
"And one day, you'll become strong enough that I won't need to."
The somber mood needed to be broken. Mei Mei, ever the pragmatist with a hedonistic streak, produced several bottles of surprisingly potent liquor. "To our victory," she toasted, "and to Kaito, who carries us all." Laughter and music soon filled the grand hall. They danced, they drank, and for a few hours, the terror of the day faded into a distant memory.
It was Shoko, lounging on a velvet chaise with a mischievous glint in her eye, who voiced the idea that changed the course of the night. "You know," she said, her voice a conspiratorial drawl, "all this tension... all this relief... it feels like we're still wearing armor. We should have a party. A *real* party. A naked party."
A beat of stunned silence. Then, the room erupted. "Shoko, you're a genius!" Momo squealed, clapping her hands. "Finally, someone says it!" Susamaru added, already fiddling with the sash of her kimono. "The best idea you've ever had!" Eto laughed, a rich, genuine sound.
Kaito, who had been taking a sip of his drink, sputtered, wiping his mouth. "Whoa, hold on. That's... let's maybe not drop the idea so much as gently place it back in the box it came from." He tried for a reasonable tone. "I think we've all been through enough today without... that."
The girls' celebratory chatter died down, and sixteen pairs of eyes swiveled to him, their expressions a comical mixture of fury and disappointment. "Are you kidding me right now?" Mei Mei demanded, placing a hand on her hip. "After we all nearly died for you, you're going to get shy?" Nezuko, her cheeks puffed out, nodded vigorously in agreement. "Don't be a spoilsport, Kaito," Roma whined, stretching out a tentacle to poke his leg. "We're all family here! What's the big deal?" Fragil, who had been quiet, simply raised a sculpted eyebrow. "It is a logical next step for group cohesion." Kaito was utterly, completely outnumbered.
"Fine," he sighed, holding up his hands in surrender. "Fine. But don't blame me if... things get awkward."
The idea was accepted with universal acclaim. One by one, with giggles and teasing glances, the girls began to disrobe. Kaito found himself the center of a very intense, very expectant audience. As he awkwardly undressed, he could feel their collective gaze on him. "A little privacy, maybe?" he mumbled, his face growing hot.
"Privacy? Why?" Miwa asked, genuinely confused. "We want to see." Sol nodded. "It's only fair, Kaito. We're all showing you ours." Nebra added with a smirk, "Don't be shy now. We're about to be very, *very* familiar."
When he finally pulled down his trousers, his dick was already rock hard, standing at full attention from the sheer, overwhelming eroticism of the moment. He was mortified, trying to cover himself with his hands. The reaction was instantaneous and predatory. A collective, almost inaudible sound of saliva being swallowed filled the room. Their eyes, dark and hungry, devoured the sight of him. They looked like a pack of thirsty wolves who had just spotted a spring.
Then, they descended.
He was swarmed. Nezuko and Eto were on either side of him, their mouths hot on his neck, their hands roaming his chest. "You smell so good," Eto groaned. Susamaru and Miwa dropped to their knees, their tongues fighting for a taste of his shaft. "Hmph... I saw it first!" Susamaru grumbled, before engulfing the head. "Gulp... so thick," Miwa panted, licking along the side. Someone's hand was on his ass, spreading his cheeks, a bold finger teasing his hole. Kaya! Someone else was forcing his hand between their legs, their pussy hot and dripping against his palm. Roma! He didn't know where to look, where to touch. A nipple was shoved into his mouth—Secre's—and he sucked instinctively, her moan a high-pitched whimper. "Yes... right there..." His other hand was guided to another breast, then another. The room was a symphony of panting, slurping, and desperate moans. "Ah... Kaito... more..." "Taste me..." "Need you inside..." He was drowning in sensation, a whirlwind of soft flesh, wet heat, and pleading voices. He closed his eyes, the pleasure building to an impossible peak, a pressure cooker about to explode.
He broke with a strangled cry, his eyes flying open. He felt dizzy, disoriented. He looked down. He had erupted. A massive, thick creampie covered the girls closest to him, splattering across their stomachs and breasts, with thick ropes of it leaking onto the floor. He was covered in his own release, and the sight of the panting, cum-splattered women waiting for him made his head spin.
Nebra slithered close, her lips brushing against his ear. She whispered three words. "Our turn now."
A jolt, more powerful than any lightning, shot through him. His dick, which had just been softening, hardened again with such force it was almost painful. He was ready. He was theirs.
They started with **The Human Mandala**. Kaito lay on his back on a vast expanse of velvet cushions in the center of the grand hall, the air thick with anticipation. Nezuko, her pink eyes glowing with a primal lust, was the first to move. She straddled his face, her thighs trembling slightly as she lowered her glistening, swollen pussy to his mouth. "Lick me, Kaito," she commanded, her voice a husky, desperate whisper that was nothing like her usual shy self. "Make me cum all over you." He didn't need to be told twice. His tongue delved into her sweet, slick folds, circling her clit before plunging deep inside her. She cried out, a high, keening sound, her hands bracing against the wall behind him as she began to grind against his face, using his nose and chin for her pleasure. "Hah... hah... yes... right there... don't stop..."
At the same time, Eto, with her predatory grace, mounted his cock. She sank down onto him with a guttural, satisfied groan that seemed to shake the very foundations of the room. "FUUUUCK... YES! Split me open!" she howled, her sharp nails digging into his chest hard enough to draw blood. She didn't wait to adjust, immediately setting a brutal, bouncing rhythm, her powerful thighs flexing as she impaled herself again and again. His thick dick stretched her perfectly, and every downward thrust was met with a wet, obscene slap of skin on skin. "Look at you," she panted, her mismatched eyes locked on his. "You're our altar, and we're going to worship you until you break."
Around them, the first chain of four formed with a fluid, practiced ease. Susamaru knelt, burying her face between Eto's bouncing ass cheeks, her tongue lapping eagerly at her tight, puckered hole. "Mmmph... tastes so good," Susamaru moaned, the vibration making Eto gasp. Behind Susamaru, Miwa had knelt, her mouth glued to Susamaru's dripping pussy, her tongue flicking her clit with practiced precision. Kaya followed, her own Rinkaku tentacles writhing on the floor as she knelt to lick Miwa from behind, completing the inner circle. Their moans were a constant, muffled chorus of slurping and panting. The outer circle of ten women—Mei Mei, Sol, Nebra, Akira, Spider Mother, and the others—faced inward, their eyes dark and hungry as they watched the live porn unfolding before them. Their hands were busy, fingers plunging into wet folds, rubbing swollen clits, pinching hard nipples. "Look at her ride," Shoko panted, her fingers working furiously in her own pussy. "Goddamn... I'm so wet... I'm next..." When Eto finally screamed her release, her body convulsing, she pulled herself off Kaito's glistening cock and moved to the outer circle, a satisfied smirk on her face. Susamaru immediately took her place on Kaito's dick, her tight, unused pussy gripping him like a fist as she let out a sharp cry of pleasure. The rotation began, a constant, flowing river of flesh and ecstasy.
Next came **The Pleasure Train**. Kaito stood at the head of the line, his cock rock-hard and glistening with the combined juices of the women. Momo was first, bending over at the waist, her hands on her knees, presenting her perfect, heart-shaped ass to him. "Take me, Kaito-sama," she begged, her voice trembling with need. "Use me. Fill me up." He drove into her waiting heat in one smooth, powerful stroke, his hips slapping against her firm cheeks. *SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!* The sound echoed through the hall, a percussive beat to their symphony of lust. He gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he began to piston into her, his balls swinging forward to tap against her clit with every thrust. "YES! HARDER! FUCK ME LIKE YOU MEAN IT!" Momo screamed, her small body rocking with the force of his movements.
Behind Momo, Shoko had knelt, her face pressed into the younger girl's ass. Her mouth was hot and insistent on Momo's pussy, her tongue lapping at Kaito's thrusting shaft as it disappeared inside, then moving to suckle Momo's swollen clit. "Mmmph... you taste so good on his cock," Shoko moaned, her voice muffled by flesh. "Gulp... so fucking delicious..." Behind Shoko, Roma was on her hands and knees, her long, agile tongue buried deep in Shoko's asshole, probing and licking, making the doctor arch her back and moan. The chain continued, a daisy chain of oral-anal stimulation that incorporated all sixteen women, each one pleasuring the one in front of them, a long, undulating line of writhing bodies and desperate pleasure. Kaito's hands were free, and he used them to their fullest extent, reaching around to roughly rub Momo's clit while his other hand came down in a sharp spank on her ass. "AH! I'M CUMMING!" Momo shrieked, her pussy clamping down on him like a vise. When he finally flooded her with his thick, hot seed, she moaned in bliss, then pulled away and moved to the very end of the train. Every other woman shifted forward one position, and Shoko was now before him, presenting her own dripping, eager holes. The train continued, each woman getting her turn to be penetrated, to be licked, to be pleasured in the long, conga line of carnal delight.
They formed the **Circle of Ecstasy**, a breathtaking tableau of interconnected bodies. Standing in a large circle, they alternated male-female-male-female, with Kaito being the only male. He stepped behind Sol, his hands gripping her curvy hips as he drove his cock into her tight, wet pussy from behind. "AHH! YES! KAITO!" Sol cried out, her head falling back against his shoulder. The rule was simple: each person performed oral sex on the person to their right. Sol, while being fucked by Kaito, leaned forward, her face buried in the neatly trimmed pussy of Nebra, who was next in line. Nebra, in turn, was on her knees, licking and sucking the clit of the Spider Mother, whose many legs twitched in pleasure. The circle was complete, a perfect, self-sustaining loop of simultaneous giving and receiving. Kaito could feel the vibrations of Sol's moans as she ate out Nebra, which in turn made Nebra's tongue work more frantically on the Spider Mother. The women not being directly penetrated by Kaito, like Miwa and Akira, were not idle. They used vibrators and dildos on themselves, or reached across the circle to stimulate the breasts or clitoris of the woman opposite them, creating a web of stimulation. "Don't stop... I'm so close..." Miwa panted, her eyes rolling back as she watched Kaito's powerful thrusts. After he creampied Sol with a deep groan, she stayed in the circle, shuddering with her own orgasm, while he simply moved to the next woman to his right, Nebra, sliding his still-hard cock into her waiting ass. The rotation continued, until he had pleasured every single woman in the circle, leaving them all panting, satisfied, and covered in a sheen of sweat and cum.
The final, most chaotic position was the **Orgy Web**. Kaito sat in a sturdy, low armchair, his body the centerpiece of the debauchery. Secre, with her nimble, fairy-like body, straddled his lap, impaling herself on his cock with a joyful cry. At the same time, Mei Mei, with her regal bearing, sat on his face, her elegant thighs pressing against his ears as she ground her dripping pussy against his hungry mouth. "Mmm... yes... right there... don't you dare stop," Mei Mei ordered, her voice a mix of command and pleasure. Two women, Roma and Mukago, knelt to the side, each one lovingly sucking on one of his heavy, cum-filled balls, their tongues bathing him in warmth. Four women—Nezuko, Susamaru, Momo, and Kaya—lay on their backs in a circle around the chair, their heads facing him. The remaining nine women—Eto, Fragil, Shoko, Sol, Nebra, Akira, Spider Mother, and the others—knelt over these four, forming a series of perfect 69 positions. The air was filled with the wet sounds of licking, sucking, and moaning. The women in the 69 positions used double-ended dildos on each other, their bodies rocking in unison. It was a writhing, tangled pile of limbs, breasts, and asses. When Kaito finally released a massive load deep inside Secre, she cried out and shuddered, then swapped places with Mei Mei, who moved from his face to his cock, eager to be filled. Mei Mei's place was taken by one of the ball-suckers, Roma, who eagerly presented her pussy to his mouth. The rotation was constant, fluid, and dynamic, ensuring everyone was constantly touching and being touched by multiple partners in the ultimate sensory overload.
They ended with the **Sensory Overload Pit**. Everyone collapsed into a large, soft pile of velvet cushions and furs in the center of the room, a tangled heap of sated limbs and heaving chests. Kaito, at the bottom of the pile, felt a wave of exhaustion so profound it was almost peaceful. But the women were not done with him yet. He was not allowed to rest. Eto, ever the ringleader, straddled his hips, sinking his still-hard cock into her ass with a triumphant groan. "Our turn to take what we want," she declared. Akira, with a fierce blush on her face, positioned herself over his mouth, her shy demeanor gone, replaced by a raw need. "Please... Kaito..." she begged, lowering her wet pussy to his lips. A third woman, Spider Mother, straddled his left hand, guiding his fingers into her multiple, dripping orifices, while Fragil took his right, her cool, noble composure shattered as she rubbed herself against his palm. The other twelve women were a writhing mass of flesh around them, engaged in a massive, free-for-all orgy. Kissing, breast play, mutual oral sex—there were no rules, no positions. Dildos, vibrators, and butt plugs were passed around and used freely by anyone who wanted them, the air filled with the wet sounds of pleasure and the constant, breathy moans of sixteen women lost in ecstasy. "More... I need more..." "Don't stop..." "YES! RIGHT THERE!" Kaito was a machine, a tool for their pleasure, his body moving on instinct as he switched between Eto's tight ass and her dripping pussy at will. After he creampied Eto, he simply moved to the next closest woman in the pile, Shoko, while the one he just finished joined the general orgy. It was a fluid, dynamic experience where everyone was constantly touching and being touched by multiple partners, a sensory overload that pushed them all to the brink.
Kaito felt the last reserves of his strength, his very life force, being drawn into his cock. The women could feel it too, their movements becoming more frantic, more demanding. "Give it to us," Eto snarled in his ear. "Every. Last. Drop." They were a pack, and they were going to drain their prey. He felt a pressure build beyond anything he had ever experienced, a tidal wave of cum gathering in his balls. With a final, guttural roar that was part pain and part pure ecstasy, he let go. It wasn't a cumshot; it was an eruption. A massive, thick, endless stream of semen blasted out of him, coating the women closest to him in a pearly white flood. It splattered across their backs, their asses, their faces. It filled the pussy of the woman riding him to the brim, overflowing and leaking down her thighs. It was a huge, massive release, and when it was finally over, Kaito was utterly, completely drained. His vision swam, and he collapsed back into the cushions, his body limp, his mind blank. He was asleep before he hit the pillow.
The women, finally sated, slowly disentangled themselves from the pile. They looked at the sleeping Kaito, covered in their juices and his own, a look of profound adoration on their faces. They began to clean up, a comfortable silence settling over them, broken only by soft laughter and contented sighs.
"He wins on the battlefield," Eto said, a fond smile on her lips as she wiped a bit of cum from Kaito's cheek. "But tonight, he was defeated in bed."
A chorus of soft laughter filled the room. Each woman, in her own way, reflected on the experience.
Nezuko, snuggling into a pile of furs, murmured, "He's so gentle... but so strong. I feel safe when he holds me, even when he's... inside me."
Mei Mei, ever practical, stretched languidly. "His stamina is, frankly, an economic miracle. The sheer output... I've never seen anything like it. A valuable asset."
Eto traced the lines of muscle on his sleeping chest. "He lets go. With me, he doesn't hold back. He gives me the violence I crave, and he takes everything I have. It's perfect."
Secre, perched on the back of a chair, giggled. "He tastes like starlight. And he makes the cutest noises when I surprise him."
Miwa, cleaning her sword with a soft cloth, looked at him with a warrior's respect. "He fights for us. He protects us. And tonight... he pleased us. He is a true leader."
Shoko Ieiri, the doctor, shook her head in amazement. "Medically speaking, I have no idea how his prostate is still functional. That level of repeated, high-volume ejaculation... it's a phenomenon. I should run some tests."
And so it went, each woman offering her own praise, her own intimate thought about the man who had fought for them, bled for them, and now, lay exhausted by their shared desire. They were his, and he was theirs.
While everyone celebrated in their post-coital bliss, Akira Mado, her expression unreadable, secretly slipped away. In a quiet corner of the castle, she activated a concealed communication device, her fingers flying across the interface. No one noticed. The chapter ends with Kenjaku, in his own dimension, reviewing the detailed report of the battle and the aftermath, a slow, calculating smile spreading across his face.
"The pieces are moving exactly as planned."
"Soon... the game truly begins."