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Chapter 825  Fate Of Morgana

 The old saying, "Enemies no matter how far, walk on a narrow path," resonated with Lenny, a foreboding reminder of the inevitable reunion with his father, wherever he might be hiding among the myriad planes.

Drawing a deep breath, Lenny reconciled the notion of outsmarting his father once again with the challenges that lay ahead. His focus then shifted to the page from the Book of Death he held in his hands. The encounter with Death\'s avatar, her attempt to bind him with her seal, had been a stark assertion of control—a control Lenny defiantly rejected. "Does she think that she can control me?" he mused, the wild smile on his face belying the determination that coursed through him. The seal, though vanished, left a lingering sensation, a constant reminder of the encounter and the power play it represented. "Even if you are death, if you mess with me, you will taste true Death!" Lenny proclaimed, his resolve solidifying with each word.

With a determined gesture, Lenny stored the page back into his inventory, turning his attention to more immediate concerns. Governor Momoa\'s final request—Lenny\'s execution of Cuban—loomed large. Lenny understood the significance of acting swiftly; Cuban, likely in the process of incubating Mr. Augustus\'s power, was vulnerable. Neutralizing Cuban now could significantly bolster Lenny\'s own power, an opportunity he was loath to miss.

Resolved, Lenny cast his gaze toward the City of Milk and Honey, the next stage in his quest for power and retribution. With a leap, he propelled himself into the sky, his trajectory set for the city that held the keys to his next confrontation. As he flew, Lenny\'s thoughts were a mix of strategy, anticipation, and the unwavering determination to shape his destiny, undeterred by the forces, mortal or divine, that sought to stand in his way.

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Just as Lenny set his sights on the City of Milk and Honey, a colossal shadow loomed over the ruins of Waterfall City. The wandering City of Judas, a behemoth of ancient architecture and power, emerged silently above the devastated landscape. From her throne within this floating metropolis, the Baroness surveyed the aftermath below with a discerning eye. The signs of cataclysmic conflict were unmistakable, and the residue of Governor Momoa\'s blood painted a grim tableau of his fall. The once bustling Waterfall City lay in ruin, transformed into a desolate ghost town where the only remnants of life were the scattered, blood-drained corpses of demons and humans alike.

The Baroness, a Greater Demon of considerable might, had always regarded the world beneath her with a mix of disdain and ambition. Her strategy had been one of deliberate power suppression, aiming to dominate this realm unchallenged. Yet, the events unfolding below signaled a disruption to the established order, a challenge to her supremacy by an unknown force rapidly ascending in power. The emptiness of Waterfall City, coupled with the disappearance of Salamander the Coward—a Primordial Beast whose existence was unbeknownst even to its host city\'s ruler—underscored the magnitude of the shift occurring.

Despite her capacity to pursue Salamander for insights, the Baroness recognized the futility of such an endeavor. Known for its elusive nature, the Primordial Beast could be hiding in any corner of the world, making any attempt to extract information a likely exercise in frustration. Instead, she found herself contemplating the trail of destruction left by this mysterious new player, a being whose actions spoke of formidable power and intent.

The unease that settled over the Baroness was not just due to the loss of Governor Momoa or the desolation of Waterfall City; it was the realization that a significant new contender had emerged on the cosmic chessboard. This entity, capable of vanquishing a Great Demon and unsettling a Primordial Beast, represented an unknown variable in her calculations, a potential threat to her plans of domination.

As the City of Judas hovered silently, its mistress resolved to monitor the developments from afar, to gather intelligence on this audacious challenger. The implications of this new power dynamic were not lost on her; in the grand scheme of her ambitions, understanding and adapting to this unforeseen adversary was paramount.

 The Baroness knew that in the intricate dance of power, supremacy was not just about strength but about the ability to anticipate and counter the moves of one\'s opponents. For now, she would watch, wait, and plan, her mind working tirelessly to unravel the mystery of the entity that dared defy her. n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Then again, they were also other things that needed her attention. At least, she monitored them from a distance. After the battle with the great demons that led to the demise of Crimson Seraph and Mr. Augustus, certain fellows had taken the opportunity to make their way unto her Wandering City. Of course, these were none other than the Devils, led by Coco. Of course, she knew their aim. It was to release the devil heart that formed an integral part of her Wandering city. Unlike demons that were known to always engage in conflict, Devils, regardless of their chaos magic were surprisly always of a single goal. They might go about it roughly or difficultly, but they remained of a single goal. And right now, it was to free the devil heart. Of Course, she had already set certain traps in place for them. Also, the world rules within the city were different from those outside it. Right now, the devils were suffering the torment in her city. now that she thought about it, a certain half devil, half human had caught her attention. She waved her hand, and the image of Morgana fighting some demons for her life appeared before her eyes...