After the Upper Rank Demons finished their missions as Upper Rank A and Upper Rank B, Christopher made his way back to the Inferno Nexus Realm, the ancestral spirits' home, and bowed down to the twelve.
“Any sight of him?” asked the ancestral spirits. Looking out of the window.
"There was no grave or indication of him," Christopher replied. “We also couldn’t sense an aura coming from the purlieu.”
With an evil aura that spread throughout the tower, the Crypt Monk suddenly smashed his fist through his throne, causing it to crumble into pieces.
You lower scum, what the hell are you talking about? Taking hold of Christopher's head and slamming him against the wall, the Crypt Monk spoke while drawing his face closer to him.
Before he could finish speaking, the Crypt Monk severed Christopher's wrist, causing blood to spurt out and releasing him from his hold.