As soon as the first Eyeless hideout collapsed under his assault, Pef began using his new mind powers to directly access the memories of his captives. Not a single cultist was above the divine tier. Not yet.

He decided to ignore about 900 worlds with minor cults, instead sending their coordinates to Merri, so his regiment could gain precious combat experience.

Pef Blinked towards the major headquarters of their cult, and caught them in the middle of evacuation.

A thousand voidpalms grabbed at the fleeing cultists, when he saw a strange High Lord demon wearing a fully enclosed metal helmet.

'He can't see through that solid helmet, right?' Pef wondered as he tried to capture the first real Eyeless.

Didn't manage to get him before the demon detonated his core. But he saw something with his coresense in that split-second while the metal helmet was evaporating from the explosion. Empty cavities instead of eyes.

The glove shared his senses and rapidly realized the reason.

'They have removed their own eyes. And it's your fault.' the glove confirmed with a snicker.

Pef kept his attack going, eliminating the combative cultists, while other simply exploded with various methods, from inner cores, to runic tablets or even qi-entangled charged stones, strangely similar to the Arachne's soul arrows.

In a single min

In a single minute, millions of the Eyeless died, and thousands more were captured for later interrogation.

While Pef scanned the huge underground compound for more clues, he found a large warded room with various memory stones, prophetic tablets and some type of training chairs and another smaller voidbeast pen, now empty.

Without prompt from the glove, Pef began slicing the bedrock to confiscate the treasure room and folded it into the glove pocket. His Wisdom immediately rose by 1 point, for some strange reason.

'My fault, huh? You mean that nu-golith hologram I had Reason project at Hellsreach?' he wondered deep in thought, already speeding away towards the next target.

The stats page changed again, adding another Wisdom point.

Pef sighed. 'Damn unintended consequences. Did I start a rabid religion by accident?'

The orange glove stayed silent, letting him reflect by himself.

Soon enough, he attacked another major base, this time one burrowed under a murlok city.

The self-detonating cultists didn't seem to care about the civilians above, and they all vanished in the conflagrations.

Pef stopped for a minute to collect the lost souls and began using his avatars to resettle the revived murloks into his inner world.

Of course, some local leaders were in league with the Eyeless and were set aside for interrogation.

His heart climbed another percentage towards the next stage. It was a very painful training, but Pef was still grateful.

Without his Diamond Heart, all these pointless deaths would have demoralized him already.

Some revived were very upset or cried continuously and even went insane.

But Pef couldn't stop now. He had to eliminate the suicidal maniacs before they converted the entire galaxy and blew it up. Or worse, before they infected more galaxies.

Not that the Eyeless cult was actually wrong. The surviving Seers and oracles from Hellsreach could very well deduce what they saw and what it meant. That what their skills and talents were for, after all.

The goliths were coming. And nobody would enjoy being alive when the goliths got to them.

Death was a mercy in their view. They simply wanted to save as many from future endless suffering.

While killing the mad cultists and reviving the innocent, Pef meditated on an actual solution.

'Perhaps...the Tier 4s and 3s can house the locals in their inner worlds.' he mused after some time.

He sure had enough space for at least two galaxies worth of people. And as he grew into his powers, more room would become available.

Quite a far advancement from the earlier days in this galaxy, when he struggled to support a few million liberated slaves on his small islands.

'Yes. We can and we will do that. But the universe is a bit larger. There is no time or room for everyone.' the glove answered after a long minute.

That meant it went through all possible solutions, and found him wanting.

Pef sighed and began simply storing the entire planet when he arrived.

To his surprise, that worked even better as the exploding cultists could be revived safely, even the demons.

"The Revealer found us!"

"The Herald of the end days!"

"The Destroyer!"

Millions of voices yelled in despair, finding themselves in his power now.

Pef began moving them away from the regular people and sent an avatar to talk.

"The goliths are nasty, that true. But I've killed this one. I will kill the others, just as well. Aren't I the Destroyer?" the avatar proclaimed with a powerful qi infused voice.

Surprised silence fell among the cultists.

A minute later, whispers and doubts began emerging.

"Well...perhaps?"

"The magic barrier is also gone."

"If one golith can die, so can others, right?"

"The destroyer can kill anything. It's in the scriptures!"

In truth nobody wants to die, if there's a chance they could live. Not even suicidal bombers. Or at least not these.

They've made a mistake including Pef into their holy works.

"Save us, Holy Pef! Destroyer of Archdemons!"

"My brother killed a city for nothing..."

"Uh, my wife...we could have been together now..."

Regret and sorrow washed over the masses of cultists, just as another batch was transported among them.

The scene repeated a hundred times, as Pef traveled along the Tingel Arm, plucking out the infested worlds.

A few intact voidbeasts were captured, but no more eggs. It seemed that the Pit was the main incubator for those eggs.

Then, after a long week of scouring the galaxy Pef finally caught up with the Abyss Seer.

A somewhat lucky intercept of the void tunnel and the Tier 3 Greater Demon was sent into his inner world.

As expected, the Seer was a blind demon, formerly of the Fateweaver Guild, the prophets and oracles. He detonated himself, but it was futile. In his inner world Pef was god. 

"You've doomed everyone now. Eternal suffering under those monsters. Why did you stop us, after revealing this terrific truth?" the Abyss Seer asked, after being returned to the living.

"But I killed that golith, didn't I?" Pef asked softly, using his telekinetic field to create a soundproof barrier around the two of them.

"Don't try to deceive me, Legion. That which you destroyed was merely a hair on a true golith. Even if you grow stronger, a thousand times it won't be enough. Nothing ever will..." the seer sobbed and crashed to his knees in sorrow and defeat.

"Yes, that thing was weakened. But I was also a mere Tier 3, like you are now. I could kill an Archdemon now with barely any effort." Pef answered, quite truthfully.

Not that Arazmodel was in danger though. Pef had struggled to find a weak but clever demon to rise to the position.

The Archdemon even had a truthsense skill, which made everything very simple to barter or negotiate.

No fear of deceit or lies, everything on the table. And perhaps, Arazmodel still remembered being weak.

Slowly the Abyss Seer rose his head, and tore off the metal helmet. In a second, his eyes regrew.

"You have proof?" the seer asked after a minute of staring at Pef with new eyes. Literally new.

It was true after all. Stare into the Abyss, and the Abyss will stare back to you. They blinded themselves to block the truth...but it was too late.

The avatar smiled and transported the Greater Demon on his beach, where a mountain of Archdemon bones decorated the scenery.

Hesitantly, the seer grabbed a chopped arm and closed his eyes. "Arazmodel's arms and legs, even his head. You farmed him for bones."

After a moment, the seer also realized the other truth. What he had seen here, the secret could never get out. By asking for proof he signed his death warrant.

Pef nodded politely. "I did. He suffered greatly, as you can imagine. But look! By the end, Arazmodel was huge. The pain was the price for his new strength."

The seer nodded, looking up at the multiple galaxies. "You can hold everyone here. The entire galaxy."

"So can Arazmodel. The Elf king and his daughter. Any many other of my allies. I'm not saying that fighting the goliths would be easy or safe. Painful for certain. But..." Pef explained with a thin smile.

"... Now I see. Your Church was right after all, Lord Pef. You break all chains, with your insane growth speed. I was watching you, in the arena. Sleeping like a baby, without a care, so confident in your victory. Zorkel is dead now, right?" the old demon asked with a piercing glare.

"Indeed he is. When the magic vows broke, he could have trusted me. I had the Archdemon core in my pocket. Zorkel chose to fight. The Legion never lost a war though. Not here, nor in the Great Realm, with dragons and devils and many others." Pef declared confidently.

The Greater Demon sighed and knelt again. "I wish I could see your victory when it comes. Use my core well."

Pef nodded and swiped once. A promise was a promise.