The Demon King shook his head as he ended his thoughts, his mind shifting back to the God’s projection and the question about what he knew of Anthony.

"Sorry to disappoint you, but I don’t really know anything," the Demon King answered truthfully. Yes, he had fought Anthony in the past and knew about some of his attacks, but those were nothing, nothing truly remarkable or worth noting. Still, he remembered the blue flames Anthony had used to destroy his Soul Fragment at the time, a detail that lingered faintly in the depths of his memory, though he chose not to dwell on it.

"What do you mean?" the God’s projection asked, visibly confused, as he had expected the Demon King to at least possess some form of useful information.

"What I mean is, we fought, but there is nothing special about him that I need to warn you about," the Demon King replied, his words steady and composed, carrying an air of deliberate indifference.

The God stared at the Demon King for a moment, his gaze lingering as though trying to pierce through the truth behind his words, before eventually shaking his head in mild dissatisfaction.

The Demon King, however, wanted to warn the God’s projection about something else, or rather, someone else, Klaus. After all, the man had stormed the Abyssal Realm and defeated his True Body simply because he had forced his daughter to kneel. The memory alone was enough to stir a rare sense of caution within him. He considered mentioning it, but ultimately reasoned that speaking about such a man might draw unwanted attention, possibly even alerting Klaus to this very meeting.

’Best to tell the dumb God about the human later on, perhaps when he finally initiates the invasion,’ the Demon King thought to himself, unwilling to take any unnecessary risks after coming this close to achieving his long-awaited goal.

"So how do we deal with him? Do you want to fight him personally?" the God’s projection asked calmly. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

The Demon King stroked his chin for a moment, his expression thoughtful, before speaking. "We will deal with him together, just in case he has grown more powerful than before. And if we can’t handle him, we will seal him within the Divinora Galaxy," the Demon King suggested, his tone measured, as though presenting a carefully calculated strategy.

The God’s projection fell into his thoughts for a moment, and he simply nodded his head as that solution made sense, since Anthony couldn’t cross galaxies, it would be hard for him to move from the Divinora Galaxy back to Acarnis Galaxy even if he somehow broke his seal.

"I like the idea," the God’s projection finally stated, giving a small nod of agreement.

"Is there anything else you would like to discuss?" the Demon King asked calmly, his posture relaxed yet attentive.

The God’s projection paused for a moment, his consciousness running through numerous considerations. However, given the nature of their alliance and the constraints of their communication, there was little else that needed immediate discussion, besides, the two of them would only meet again during the Divinora Invasion, and that meeting would be with their True Bodies rather than mere projections.

"Nothing else," the God’s projection replied.

The Demon King smiled, appearing satisfied with how the meeting had progressed, as he spoke once more. "Then I suppose this meeting comes to an end. It was a pleasure meeting you, almighty God," his tone laced with subtle playfulness.

The God’s projection did not react. He was well aware that the Demon King always referred to him as ’almighty God’ as a form of mockery, but did he care? Absolutely not. His ego was far from fragile, and such trivial provocations meant nothing to him.

As both the Demon King and the God’s projection prepared to vanish from their seats, signaling the conclusion of the meeting, a voice suddenly echoed within their ’ears,’ carried through the natural gases surrounding them.

"What if your sealing doesn’t work? What will you do then?" the voice asked calmly, as though it had been part of the conversation from the very beginning.

Both the Demon King’s projection and the God’s projection widened their ’eyes’ in pure, unadulterated shock.

The reason for their shock was simple, they had believed themselves to be the only beings present on this Rogue Planet. They had conducted their meeting in absolute secrecy, both of them constantly scanning not only the planet itself but even extending their senses across several million kilometers of surrounding space to ensure that no one was observing them.

Yet... despite all their precautions, someone had still slipped past their senses.

And as for who that person was... they did not need to guess. They both recognized the voice instantly.

Their heads snapped toward a particular direction in the sky, and there, the darkness that blanketed the area began to convulse violently, as though it could no longer contain what was about to emerge. The sky itself fractured effortlessly, space parting like a veil, while fragments of time trembled as if in anticipation. A yawning void tore open, spilling forward with an almost sentient presence.

And from within that void, a figure stepped out.

Standing at six foot nine, with sky-blue eyes and flowing white hair, a katana resting calmly at his waist, the figure carried an overwhelming presence that seemed to distort the very fabric of existence around him.

Null Anthony had finally revealed himself.

He gazed down at both of them as though he alone stood as the true God, while they, despite their power, were nothing more than impostors beneath his presence.

Silence ripped through the Rogue Planet as no one moved, the atmosphere itself growing heavy and suffocating. Two projections stared at a single boy, their minds racing through countless calculations and possibilities in an attempt to comprehend what was unfolding before them.

The Demon King and the God did not need to ask to realize that Anthony had likely been present from the very beginning of their meeting. Yet that realization only deepened their confusion, leaving them with a single, pressing question: How did he know?

This meeting had been meant to be absolute, top-tier secrecy, beyond the reach of any external interference.

The God and the Demon King exchanged glances almost instantly, suspicion flickering between them as each briefly considered the possibility of betrayal. However, the moment their eyes met, that doubt vanished just as quickly as it had appeared.

They arrived at the same conclusion simultaneously.

Anthony had discovered them through some unknown means.

Anthony smiled faintly as he spoke, his voice calm yet carrying an unmistakable edge. "You both haven’t answered my question, you know?" he said, his white hair swaying gently in rhythm with the wind.

"What if your plan to seal me fails? What then?" he asked once more, his tone laced with genuine curiosity, yet underscored by a playful amusement, as though he were thoroughly enjoying the situation unfolding before him.