The ancient wound in the belly of Destruction was torn open and created a path straight to its heart. The wrecking that unfolded deep within violently shook the power of Destruction.0

Vermouth was barely, just barely made conscious as a result. He gasped for air and looked down. He saw his comrades looking up at him with shocked expressions, and... even the Demon King of Incarceration.0

Vermouth didn't ponder for long why the Demon King of Incarceration was here. He knew about the deep-seated delusion of the Demon King of Incarceration. The decisions he made as the Hero were to perpetuate the world, and as the Demon King, to conform to destruction. The fact that his comrades were here meant that they had ultimately broken the mistakenly held obsession of the Demon King of Incarceration.0

"Destroy it," Vermouth said in a hoarse voice.0

That was the heart of Destruction, the throne that birthed the first Demon King. With each end that came, Destruction had killed all living beings. This cycle had been repeated numerous times with the Demon King of Incarceration.0

With each transition to the next era, terrible venom and evil accumulated in the Demon King of Incarceration. While he imprisoned all that within his abyss, the Demon King of Destruction could not. The ominous force of the Demon King of Destruction’s power, which could drive everything it encountered mad, was because of this, and the heart was the essence...0