AltumFinally, they reached the ninth layer.
Altum.
The domain of the Demon King.
The landscape was barren, covered in deep pits and enormous defensive structures. Dark armies occupied fortifications scattered throughout the realm.
And at the center stood a massive tower.
Alsheem — the Citadel of the Underworld.
It was large enough to shelter millions of demons.
The structure had been designed by Asmodeus himself.
Stone formed its primary structure, reinforced with Baatorian green steel. It was said to be impossible to destroy.
Amaris stared at it.
"My grandfather built that."
Zion nodded.
"Asmodeus."
"And my father was sent to Terra by him."
"Yes."
Amaris' eyes remained fixed on the tower.
"Who rules Altum now?"
Azalea answered quietly.
"Your uncle, Zuriel. The strongest Demon Prince in the Underworld. They said just a drop of Zuriel's blood could create thousands of demons. That's the reason he could not be defeated."
Amaris' expression became serious.
