Global Gods : Skill-Resonance Awakened Chapter 356: Ch 356 : The Pearl of Calamity

Stagnation filled the air inside the Spire of Sins while the Council of the Seven advanced along the dark corridors devoid of light.

Only the steady pulse of the Abyss disrupted the oppressive quiet, echoing like the vital rhythm of a world designed solely for devouring everything.

"How goes the hunt for Lom?" Deimos inquired.

His words resonated as a deep rumble, tugging at the fabric of existence itself.

With the initial stunned reaction to Belial’s downfall now faded, attention turned elsewhere. Capturing the betrayer who sold their confidential information to the Pantheon’s Emperor became the priority.

"I’ve sent out all available high-tier Demon Gods," Belial responded, his striking features twisted by a flicker of restrained rage. "They’ve searched the demonic realm thoroughly. No sign of his mana trace appears anywhere in the demonic realm. It’s like he’s vanished completely."

"Perhaps... he’s employing that item," Maledictus hissed, drawing her frayed emerald-green hood further down. A shiver of ancient, profound dread laced her tone.

"That’s impossible," Phobos, the Lord of Fear, shot back firmly. His gaze, swirling voids of darkness, fixed on Deimos. "The relic sits secured in the Absolute Vault, buried in the Spire’s foundations. Seven Lords’ blood guards it. Even the tiniest invader couldn’t slip past those barriers, much less a mature Demon God such as Lom."

Deimos halted abruptly. Irritation’s immense pressure warped the surrounding area. "Stop arguing and unlock the vault," he ordered. "Let’s check if the prize is still there, or if a thief has lurked among us undetected for a million years."

Silence accompanied the Lords as they followed Deimos’s imposing figure. Every footfall plunged them deeper into recollections. Rage and unwelcome recollections clouded their faces.

During the First Era, Demon Lords held no thrones; they roamed as prey, chased across the cosmos by the unyielding radiance of the Gods.

They escaped to the Demonic Realm’s most forsaken, tainted depths, accidentally discovering a forbidden domain... the Demonic Grounds.

This formed a Multiverse inside the demonic realm, a secluded realm brimming with raw disorder, harboring indescribable riches and perils capable of obliterating spirits.

In that shadowy origin point, they waged countless clashes, sharpening their SSS-Grade abilities against terrors unknown to the divine.

Deep in that turmoil lay seven artifacts. Far beyond simple arms, they represented the ultimate creations of the enclosure. Every piece served as a foundational concept, granting total dominance.

Guided by Beelzebub, the mightiest of their group then, each Lord linked a relic to their essence.

Deimos selected the Pearl of Calamity.

This artifact commanded space. It enabled concealment in reality’s creases, the infinitesimal spaces among dimensions impervious to even a God spawned from the void.

As Deimos grew accustomed to the Pearl, its horrifying capabilities dawned on him. Beyond mere hiding, it let him murmur directly to existence, planting chaos’s origins unseen.

Yet these artifacts carried a stark, leeching defect. Known as "Hungry Relics," they demanded the bearer’s vitality to reach their full conceptual might.

Deimos discovered that using the Pearl cut his gathered Discord from reality in half. The relic claimed half his strength as payment for its aid.

Over more than a million years, the Lords safeguarded these prizes, their advancement hindered by the very guardians of their security.

Eventually, Beelzebub proposed a strategic shift.

"Why must we Lords suffer diminishment from these instruments?" Beelzebub contended. "Choose the most devoted from our ranks to handle them. They’ll act as our extensions. Should the artifact drain half their might, a Demon God wielding even partial SSS-Grade power remains an unstoppable tempest."

Thus, the Relic-Bearers emerged. Deimos’s faithful underling took charge of the Pearl of Calamity.

Via this intermediary, Deimos spread the discord that sparked the Great War, overthrowing the Gods. That ignition fueled his vision of dominating both domains.

Thanks to the Pearl of Calamity’s spatial dominion, every Demon Lord often relied on its bearer as their guide, forging a unique connection. A link uniting a Demon God with the entire council of Demon Lords.

He rose as the preferred Demon God, favored and empowered by them all, serving as the voice for the Demon Lords.

However, the Demon Lords overlooked a core reality: demons embodied boundless ambition.

Soon after the Gods met their end, Deimos’s subordinate turned up lifeless. The Pearl of Calamity had disappeared.

Deimos combed through every fissure and lunar body, yet discovered no clues. He hunted the Pearl’s possessor... while the Pearl rendered the culprit untouchable, present in all places and none.

In time, a youthful, driven Demon God reached the Spire. His visit wasn’t for restitution; it proclaimed his rise.

"I slew your servant," the demon declared defiantly before Deimos. "He grew too intimate with you. I couldn’t tolerate a feeble one lingering in your presence when my prowess qualified me far better as your aide."

"He was your brother," Deimos murmured, his presence pulsing with icy wrath.

"He was a barrier," the demon countered.

Deimos ended the pretender instantly, his fury pulverizing the demon’s soul into countless shards.

Overwhelmed by revulsion and sorrow for his departed servant—perhaps even companion—Deimos sealed the Pearl of Calamity in the Absolute Vault.

He proclaimed its permanent seclusion from all wielders. Destruction tempted him, but the Seven’s united force couldn’t shatter a Demonic Grounds relic.