In a repressive environment, a towering palace stood, seeming both abrupt and incredible.
On a high platform inside the palace, one of the ten Demon Kings of the Demon Race, Samael, was sitting.
One hand supported his head, as if he was in deep thought, or perhaps puzzled?
Samael suddenly spoke,
"Keromu, has Father God opened a time-space passage?"
In the originally empty great hall, a ball of black air swirled, revealing a gaunt elder,
"Yes, Your Highness, but it is only a low-level one-way passage. I've already sent some low-level demons through it."
Samael suddenly stood up, his wings extending from his back, a powerful aura emanating from him,
"But why do I sense a trace of the Werewolf Race's presence from it? Weren't they exterminated by me hundreds of years ago?"
The elder hesitated: "This~"
"You may leave."
"Yes!"
Samael looked up towards the top of the palace, his gaze filled with gloom.
