The suffocating pressure still blanketed the hidden city when a deep, resonant voice echoed across the ruins, carrying a weight that seemed to pierce straight into the hearts of every living being present.
"Interesting…"
The single word spread through the broken walls and shattered stone like thunder rolling through the heavens. And then—without warning—two figures materialized in the air above, stepping out from ripples of distorted space as though the void itself had opened its gates to them.
Every kneeling body trembled harder.
They were demons.
Both figures possessed towering, burly physiques that radiated sheer power, yet they were not clad in crude armor or barbaric hides like many lesser fiends. Instead, they wore flowing ancient garments—robes woven with black and crimson threads, embroidered with strange symbols that seemed to writhe when stared at too long, as if alive. The fabric shimmered faintly like an artifact of bygone eras, carrying an aura of age and authority.
