Demiurge, almost if on que sent a flood of human soldiers into camps in front of Belial's castle, countless humans, strong enough to take on Calamities, many from Rory's own army and picked from the war front. Teleporting to Belial's throne room Demiurge made his report
"I have brought approximately 5 quintillion worthy candidates for the strong, while it was a bit of an annoyance to get around Yharon's enforcement Knights to initiate the process I have completed the task set for me with utmost precision, and have already selected a worthy galaxy to store the weak. But I have also tightened our defenses, I'm planning to personally attempt to recruit a certain swordsmith located near the beginning of the path to get here to increase our range of defense all the way to the beginning of the path." Demiurge reported
"Perfect, Demiurge," Belial said, smiling as he crossed his arms.
Belial stood up, teleporting outside his castle as he floated above the wave of human soldiers, looking down on them. Despite his more imposing and adult look, he wore ragged and dirty clothes along with simple sneakers, so it was hard for the army to take him seriously upon first looking at him.
"Why do you remain standing? Kneel."
Belial's booming voice made all of his soldiers bow down due to his sheer aura, causing Belial to smirk, "Our goal is simple. You were selected to be the greatest humanity has to offer, and thus, you will kneel before me." Belial said.
"You wish for a better world, correct? I can grant that to you if you simply follow me. Simple enough, correct?"
Everybody in the crowd nodded in unison at Belial's booming orders, their heads lowered. "I guess we don't have any problems with obedience." He thought to himself, scratching his head a bit.
"We shall dub ourselves... 'Nightmare', for intimidation's sake."
He snapped his fingers, a large flag forming in the palm of his hand. "This speech thing really has never been my specialty... Whatever, I'm like, 99% sure they all get the point." Belial thought.
"This shall be our emblem, and let it strike fear into the hearts of those who dare defy us."
The crowd did not cheer or scream out in jubilation, simply kept their heads lowered as Belial spoke, his imposing aura making it impossible for them to move even if he wanted them to. "...Well, I guess that's out of the way," Belial said to himself.
"Alright now...
Machia." Belial called out to his most loyal and most powerful servant, "
Go take care of those who oppose me. You know who they are, destroy their resolve." Belial ordered.
On the top of the snowy mountain,
Ulric, the giant slept. He slept for an innumerable amount of time, awaiting the call of his true king. His physical form lay there, awaiting the day that he could be truly summoned.
This was the day the giant rose from the death mountain...
"Everything... Is... For... The Master...."
And he was off.
The castle violently rumbled, an enormous figure approaching it at speeds that could not be calculated.
(This post is a mess.)