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"Yes, Prince Cortes, that girl from the Human Race received some news half an hour ago and has already entered the Number Ten Plane."
In the half-empty palace where demon gas rolled, a broken black mirror floated, and within its twisted image appeared a silver-winged figure from a different race kneeling on one knee.
Seated high above on the throne, the Left Demon, his face covered in dark gold scales, nodded slowly with a cold and indifferent gaze, "You have done your task well, you may leave."
"Yes, Your Highness," the silver-winged being was somewhat excited.
Watching the twisted mirror in the half-empty space slowly fade away, the Left Demon leaned back, resting his right elbow on the arm of the throne and cupping his chin, his eyes narrowing slightly.
The Number Ten Plane is currently in a 'neutral' state, eroded by the Power of the Abyss unleashed by the Purgatory Demon God, and is no longer under the control of those Divine Kings.