Chương 687: Aglaea's Attitude

The densest darkness fell upon the Frozen Fortress and the Ocean of Acids, serving as the curtain of a stage for the new Prince of Demons. Roars of pain, wrath, hate and bloodthirst were still echoing in the void. They sounded like a melody of chaos and slaughter that was written in the Dark Dialect to pay tributes to Gonheim for ascending the throne.

On another level of abyss, at the certain of the desert where countless strange specters had died, stood an enormous palace that was made of many gigantic bones. On the top of the palace, an illusionary monster in black cloak was floating and looking in the direction of the ocean of acids. Its face was so dry and withered that there was only the skin left, but flames were vaguely burning inside the pale, hollow eyes.