Chen Yu stood at the edge of the demonic teleportation array, Nyzelia silently at his side. He took a last look up at the swirling, storm-tossed sky of the Demon Kingdom—black clouds streaked with infernal crimson—before closing his eyes, channeling void energy into the runes at his feet. His thoughts drifted briefly to his companions still training inside the time barrier; they needed this time undisturbed. There was no point in returning to the mansion now.
He turned to Nyzelia, her eyes shining like polished obsidian under the hellish sky. "Ready?" he asked.
Nyzelia lifted a perfect brow, silver earrings glinting with each tilt of her head. "Ready for what, Master Chen Yu?" she asked coolly, her voice carrying the timeless cadence of someone who had watched empires rise and fall.
A small smirk tugged at the corners of Chen Yu's lips. "To see something different."
