Chapitre 64: Vanquish the Unholy

"S-sire… We have a palanquin worthy of your status… Why don't we help you get back to the camp? We can solve your key issues there…"

Hiro looked back at the cluster of scared demons, nodding appreciatively. "How sensible of you. Alright, I'll protect you on the way to the camp."

The lesser demonic creatures rejoiced, and their leader secretly felt smug at how smart he was.

Thus, Hiro joined the random entourage of demons, roaming the desolate pocket dimension in search for resources, humans to kill, and whatever was worthy of their attention on the way.

…

Inside the creepy palanquin, Hiro sat on a modest throne constructed from the bones of myriad races, looking past the thin curtains and taking in the scenery this pocket dimension had to offer.

Dark clouds, red sand, cracked earth, and billowing smoke. It was the scene of an encroaching catastrophe.