The camera cut back to the Underworld Great Tomb, where the black portal on the dome contracted as if it were greatly injured, having its last bit of strength drained.
Below Skeleton Mountain, three figures slowly opened their eyes, taking in a breath of the human world's polluted air and all showing expressions of excitement.
This is the human world, where even a fart is filled with the fragrance of freedom, far incomparable to the sulfurous stench of Hell.
In short, the human world is simply better, oh so fragrant.
The three familiars, two males and a female, well, that's what they appeared to be on the outside, familiars could be considered devils, and once you're a devil, gender shouldn't be too fixed.
The dark figure on the left had a burly physique resembling a small mountain, with clearly defined muscles visible beneath his scales, and even in a still state, one could feel the powerful energy flowing inside him.