The battlefield lay in ruins, echoes of Samael’s defeat still rippling through the Underworld. The once-feared prince, who had unleashed terror upon the realms, was now nothing more than a fallen warrior, beaten, humiliated, and cast out in disgrace.
His name, once synonymous with impending doom, now carried only the weight of failure and shame. Tay had made his decision without hesitation: Samael would be exiled, stripped of his power and influence, forced to wander the desolate lands of the abyss, far from the seat of the Underworld’s throne.
The demons, once divided in their loyalties, now had no choice but to accept their new reality. Tay had proven himself stronger, wiser, and more capable than any of them had expected. The war was over. There would be no more senseless bloodshed,
