Demon City.
The depths of the Parliament Building.
Accompanied by a low hum that seemed to come from the very core of the earth, the heavy obsidian doors slowly opened under the drive of magic power, revealing the most secretive and stringent place of power in the Demon City.
This is the Supreme Council Hall, known as the core of power in Hell.
Rumored to be closer to the Demon God than the Cabinet.
Loryan stepped in here for the first time.
Even though the last time these doors opened was partly related to him, he was not among those sitting at the table discussing, but rather the one standing on the table being scrutinized.
The pale blue Demon Flame flickered on the walls engraved with magical script, reflecting the circular long table and the tiered seating arrangement, as if each stone brick was silently listening to the destiny about to be declared.
Loryan could feel pairs of eyes discreetly observing him from the seats.
