Zeref and Oreo's door didn't bother with subtlety.
The moment it slammed shut behind them, the floor dropped.
Not literally. Of course not. Demon castles preferred psychological cruelty with a side of murder.
The room was massive, circular, its ceiling lost in red-black haze. Chains hung from above, swaying like they were breathing. The exit was visible immediately. A heavy obsidian door on the far end, glowing faintly with runes.
So close.
Too close.
Between them and the door stood the problem.
Demons. Dozens at first glance. Then more crawled out from the walls, the floor, even the ceiling. Clawed hands tore through stone like it was wet clay.
[LOW DEMON LEVEL 520]
[MID TIER DEMON LEVEL 560]
[CORRUPTED DEMON HOUND LEVEL 540]
Zeref exhaled slowly. "So we sprint, we die. We fight, we might die slower."
Oreo cracked his neck, already growing larger. "Finally. A room that respects my talents."
The timer appeared above the door.
[59:12]
