Considering every battle taking place on Throh and in its vicinity, not many could trump Aaliyah's position in importance.
However, there was still one final battlefield with this honor.
Yet, that battlefield was the most peaceful of them all.
Millions of kilometers away from Throh, a man sat quietly in the void, his eyes were closed and his form was at ease. His environment, however, didn't reflect his calmness.
Swoosh!
Spatial winds whipped through the starry sky as a multitude of auras converged on the man's position. Despite his nonaggression, those around him wouldn't allow him to sit casually.
"The prospect of Infinity, was it a lie? From humans, it is expected."
He spoke in oddly worded sentences, almost as if he was moments away from an epiphany that he could never reach.
His eyes remained closed at all times. It was rumored that any place his gaze touched would be overruled by desolation.
Tens of beings surrounded him. Even the weakest of them had just reached extreme peak 4th class. Among them were a few familiar faces, including the little girl who originally proposed the plan they'd used to lure the Plaguelord so far away from Throh.
"Infinity is not something we can reach in this realm. As someone who reached the unattainable already, you should be aware of this. Still, you decided to answer our provocation?"
The little girl spoke as the group's representative, speaking to the enemy as an equal.
However, the enemy wasn't an equal.
The enemy…was a true Demigod.
"Reached…unattainable? I answered provocation, for prospect of Infinity. Prospect of Infinity…is it not here?"
A terrifying gaze landed on the little girl, sending a shiver down her spine. The Plaguelord's head sharply turned to face her, and although his eyes weren't open, it was like his gaze was piercing through reality to reach her.
The little girl's eyes sharpened as well.
"Plaguelord…you must be a part of the Inhuman Emperor's forces. He is still locked away in his dog cage, isn't he? What gives you the courage to act so wantonly?"
"Master is not sealed, he is merely waiting."
"Waiting for?"
"Dead men, tell no tales."
BZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!
Plaguelord's eyes opened. A swarm of locusts flew out of his sockets and clouded the air, millions upon millions appearing all at once.
That number slowly grew into the billions. Even though they existed immediately next to Plaguelord as he formed his attack, Heaven's Army's forces couldn't do anything.
Because just as Demigods couldn't attack them, they couldn't allow themselves to get attacked by Demigods.
If any of them was hit, the Demigods would be forced into the Ancient Battlefield, which would cut off one of the universe's most powerful trump cards.
Eventually, the billions of locusts condensed and merged into a single being. A humanoid figure formed and shrunk down to the size of an average person.
"This form is more adequate."
Plaguelord smiled. He grinned with teeth of locusts.
"You shall become sustenance for my Master. Be honored."
"Everyone, attack!"
The little girl's command came immediately. Plaguelord's newly formed Avatar was trapped in an array of barriers and bombarded with high-damage skills and attacks for many seconds on end.
But within the flurry, no pain could be heard.
When the attacks finally died down, the Plaguelord's undamaged figure was once again revealed.
"This body…is not so weak."
He spread his arms into the sky and laughed. Countless locusts split off of his body and swarmed into the surroundings. The starry sky was plagued by their existence, and the plague they carried spread like wildfire.
The Plaguelord specialized in disease. He was a person who mastered a craft that was unreachable to most.
To control disease and plague wasn't simple. To create a mana-based disease that couldn't be healed through magic or skills was even more impossible.
But Plaguelord did it.
These locusts weren't normal at all, and the spreading plague…
…was even enough to affect 4th class beings.
"My power may be limited by this Avatar, but is their power the same? Enjoy my concoctions, and have a good rest. When you awaken, you will become one with a greater being."
Drowsiness overtook many of the surrounding combatants immediately after Plaguelord's words dropped. They felt like their systems were slowed and their reactions didn't match their perception at all.
The little girl gritted her teeth in anger.
"What a shitty loophole. You know, universe? Sometimes, you're a little too unbiased."
She immediately took action. She brought her hands up to her chest in a praying position, moving her fingers incessantly to create numerous patterns in the air.
Her eyes glowed with infinitely blue light. A hexagonal diagram formed behind her.
It was filled with countless patterns, with 5 stars forming a pentagon inside. The rest of the space was filled with unknown text, as well as numerous interlocking rings of various sizes.
It was a strangely populated symbol, as if it had weathered the rivers of time for eons and been changed multiple times.
The little girl spread her arms out and chanted.
Strange words flowed from her mouth. They didn't have true form, but their inflection as they rolled off her tongue seemed to make the fabric of reality tremble.
Her words slowly came together, and the various patterns that formed from her fingers merged into the diagram behind her back. And finally…
"Demon Sealing Act One: Severence From Heaven."
Every sound in the vicinity came together to voice the words.
An illusory blue sword hovered in the starry sky for a brief moment before shooting out like a comet. Its blazing trail obliterated any locusts it came across, and the Plaguelord's venom seemed to lose effect as well.
The holy light of the sword was unstoppable, and within mere sparks of an instant, it reached the Plaguelord's Avatar body.
"This…!"
Shing!
The sword pierced through. The swarm of locusts that formed the body was frozen, and even the expression on his face was unable to move.
The avatar was sealed in that moment, and the plague it spread was wiped from existence. The Plaguelord's main body shook.
"You are…a Successor."
"It took you long enough to notice."
The little girl stood proudly among her comrades, flicking her finger and bringing the strange diagram back into her body.
Gazing indifferently at the Plaguelord, she finally stated the identity that made his attitude change immediately.
"My name is Priscilla Adelaire, 245th Generation Head of the Demon Sealing Pantheon. Stop your resistance before I'm forced to take drastic measures."
"The Demon Sealing Pantheon…always a hassle."
Plaguelord frowned as memories of the past resurfaced in his mind.
The Demon Sealing Pagoda wasn't just a faction that had existed for over 10,000 years to experience the past war…
It was a faction that continued its existence from the distant past, having records that even spoke of the Forgotten War from 100,000 years in the past.
Plaguelord frowned as he realized the type of influence the Demon Sealing Pantheon was. They were formed for the sole purpose of exterminating Nox, and all of their techniques were specifically targeted to restrict the Nox completely during battle.
"I understand. I will not, interfere in this battle." He finally stated.
Fighting here would only result in breaking the universal law and being sent to the Ancient Battlefield.
And that wasn't allowed to happen.
After all, the Emperors still had plans in this universe.
