Deriolis nodded, escorting the Phrophet into his royal office. His red eyes flashing as he took a seat, "What do you predict for the Underworld?" he frowned. The prophet sat down, looking around the office before closing his eyes.

"Lord, I see a collapse. The main kingdom is collapsing, demons trying to flee, you're screaming for everyone to run. You were also running but then-" he stopped speaking.

"Then what?" Deriolis quickly responded to the...