Zatiel closed his eyes for a moment as he considered everything. The Neo-Demon knew that Lord of Emptiness was not an immediate threat since if his intentions were evil and he had Rank 10 power, there was no way he would have gone through all this trouble instead of just attacking the Prima Universe.
'I have the violet seals, and my body and soul should be able to endure the pressure, so if everything else falls, I will unleash it.' Zatiel's eyes glowed with confidence. He was sure that his final trump card would be enough to handle any possible danger the Alpha Universe, Eldritch Universe, or even this Lord of Emptiness could generate.
The Neo-Demon then turned toward Hyperion, making the Titan Primarch grow tense.
"You should evacuate the Titan World. If Ezequiel requests my help, I will bring him out of the Sacred Trial and won't care about the consequences." Zatiel slightly paused as he turned to where the scar used to be. "And even if I don't do anything, who knows what would happen once Ezequiel completes all the trials. The collapse of such a powerful dimension could take out the entire world."
Hyperion knew the Neo-Demon's words were right, but he still sighed.
"Ahhh, a Primarch that can not protect his own world." The Titan Primarch's voice was weak and seemed to drain every ounce of his strength as he nodded.
It would require a lot of work and would bring a great shame to his name, but things had already escalated to a point where it was beyond his control.
"If you wish, your race can use my abode as a temporary home. The laws and energies in it are not inferior to a Principal World. With your help, I can cover the entire world with my consciousness and teleport everybody at once."
En had no hesitation in going all out in trying to break Ezequiel out of the Sacred Trial, but that did not mean he would have just ignored the fate of the Titan Race.
He was ready to use his abode if Zatiel asked him to enter the Sacred Trial forcefully. Since the Titan Primarch accepted to evacuate the world, he would lend a helping hand.
Hyperion turned toward En, and a broad smile appeared on his face.
"I will be counting with you, Hero of Cataclysm." Hyperion bowed toward the World Tree as he felt a great weight leave his shoulder. A home where his people could live and cultivate would solve one major problem.
En nodded toward Hyperion and waved his hand, making a portal appear close to the Titan World. He then turned toward Zatiel.
"What should our next move be?" En was currently much more powerful than Zatiel, but he did not put airs as he knew it was better to rely on the Neo-Demon when it comes to plans and schemes.
"You should return to your abode. I need you at your peak."
Zatiel had healed most of the World Tree's wounds, allowing this one's life force to reignite.
En's condition would only improve, as did his vitality, unlike before when it weakened every day. He could currently use around eighty percent of his strength, which would grow as he continued purging the toxic eldritch aura left in him.
However, if En was not careful and used his full power for an extended period of time, he could suffer a severe backlash that would force him into secluded training for thousands of years.
En nodded and planned to return to his healing chamber after helping Hyperion with his people.
After giving the instructions to the World Tree, Zatiel turned to the Primarchs.
"I will embark on the final preparation for the evolution of my True Soul Path of Power. I will be ready in around forty years, and I will call you when the time comes."
Issac, Salomon, Hyperion, Bahamut, and Nut all adopted solemn expressions as they nodded. Zatiel already had the help of the World Tree, but he still felt it was needed to have the Primarchs by his side. That told everybody the severity of the situation.
"There is no point in the five of you remaining here. Even if you were to find a safe path into the Sacred Trial, that entity with golden eyes is too powerful for you."
Although the Primarchs did not feel happy with those words, they were the truth. That entity was more powerful than En, and fighting in his home would be suicide.
The Primarchs were able to decide their next step immediately. Hyperion and Nut would remain in the Titan World, while the other three would head into the Prima-Eldritch Universe Final Battlefield to ensure their strongholds were ready for anything.
En was ready to help the Titan Primarch teleport the entire population of the world into his abode, but before that, he put a hand over Zatiel, making this one vanish the next second.
No one felt anything and had no idea where En sent Zatiel, proving the World Tree's mastery over space-time.
Zatiel only felt a flash of light before regaining his sight. The speed he moved was much greater than that of an average Rank 9 Teleportation.
He was in a plane tainted with the color red. Storm clouds unleashed lightning and thunder that seemed capable of splitting the sky, while the ground contained rivers of blood that extended as far as the eye could see, full of wailing souls.
Gargantuan tornadoes capable of killing Rank 6 life forms rose from the ground and reached all the way to the firmament.
One of those tornadoes was about to emerge near the Neo-Demon. Yet, before the raging blood and lightning could touch Zatiel, someone waved his hand and made it disappear.
The newcomer was a man in noble attire with a crow mask.
"Lord." Hades bowed toward Zatiel as he analyzed the surroundings.
Zatiel nodded to the Realm Avatar as he smiled. It had been a long time since he put a foot in Abyss, and the feeling of chaos in the air was relaxing.
"Time to hunt Archdemons."
