"Hey, what is going on here?"
The voice cut through the ambient noise of suffering souls with enough authority to make every worker in the chamber freeze mid-motion.
The demon researcher snapped his head up from his instruments instantly.
His expression shifted from confused concern to pure terror in the span of a single heartbeat.
Standing behind him was something that made his survival instincts scream warnings his brain could barely process.
It was Chevrik.
He was a known close aide to one of the Seven Demon Kings.
Specifically, he answered directly to Lucifer, the Demon King of Pride himself.
The creature possessed multiple eyes that were way too many and arranged in patterns that actually hurt to look at directly.
Those eyes tracked every movement in the chamber with a heavy, predatory focus.
His presence radiated power that made the air feel heavier and thicker, almost like breathing suddenly required a conscious effort from everyone in the room.
