"Can you tell which Demon King it is?"
"Not yet..."
During the conversation, the two crossed over a hundred stone steps, leaving viscous footprints mixed with black mud and filth behind them.
As they drew closer to the Dark Castle, the pressure on them intensified, and the divine will of Heaven was severely suppressed here.
With the bad comes the good; Dierda's awakening sped up considerably, just shy of a hint that would help her recall her true name in Heaven.
A gloomy wind swept past, making the Hellfires on the columns roar.
Heya's heart tightened, smelling the scent of a devil; the Heaven Holy Spear was held horizontally in front of her, her eyes blazing with intense golden light.
"Such a familiar scent, we must have met before..."
A figure in a Black Robe emerged from the castle gates, moving like a phantom, unpredictable, stepping over a hundred steps in one stride.
