The outskirts of the forbidden region of the Lower Grave Strata had already become a wasteland. The once-sacred exchange platform no longer resembled its former self.
Black crystalline fragments were scattered everywhere. The layered corpse-runes carved into the circular dais had been violently shattered, leaving behind only incomplete patterns that still faintly flickered before dying out.
Even the surrounding stone pillars had collapsed, as though someone had vented boundless fury upon the entire place.
Silence filled the cavern, and just then a ripple quietly spread through space. Unlike the violent entrance of the Evernight Fiend King, the distortion resembled nothing more than a reflection upon calm water.
A tiny figure stepped out, and it was none other than the Evernight Demon King. Her white eyes slowly swept across the ruined platform.
"...Hmm?"
