As he finished his sentence, Archfiend Antigonus raised his hands slowly. His deep, robust voice rang through the whole Sealed Fiend Mountain.

"My great warriors of the fiend race. Rise."

The bloody fog enveloping the surroundings of the blood formation seemed to gain sentience, sinking to the ground and condensing immediately before disappearing beneath the blood formation altogether.

Oh, no!

Master Magaera's face changed. His body trembled in outrage.

It was no wonder Archfiend Antigonus