Under the dim night, a black castle stood tall upon the land.
In the castle, a figure over five meters tall sat on the throne, surrounded by roiling black demonic qi, exuding the terrifying pressure of a Demon King level.
Flanking either side were more than a dozen burly figures clad in dark red battle armor, sporting curved, ferocious horns and pitch-black, sharp tails, very much resembling Mikus from before.
At the main seat, Demon King Devianna's deep voice rang out, "Half of the Silent Night has passed. Is there any news about the Human Race's Darren Callum?"
On the left below, a Purgatory True Demon that appeared small among the many Nine-layered Demon Clans bowed slightly, respectfully saying, "Reporting to Demon King, there is still no news received as of now."
Devianna's eyebrows twitched slightly, "Still no news? Could it be that Darren has not entered the Vast World but is hiding and growing behind the Human Race's lines?"