In the blink of an eye, billions of demons were dead, their last cry rending reality around them for many light years, and the droplets of black ink that arose from their corpses gathered into an ocean that writhed like a living thing, spreading tentacles that reached for more prey. With every being that it consumed, it seemed to be becoming more aware as its motions were smoothening out.
With the scale of the black ink growing, the demons that began to fall to its grip were no longer lower-order demons, even Demon Princes and Demon Kings were swamped under a tide of black ink, to fight against its approach, their bodies blazed with so much infernal powers they resembled the core of dying stars, but it did not matter, they could not hold back this black ink for long for it ate energy and in such a prodigious manner that no matter how great the output of power from the demon royalties to combat its infiltration, it was not enough.
