Yamato Archipelago—what used to be Shinano City, in the old Yamato Empire.
Now, it belonged to the Infernals.
Red bodies carpeted the land as far as the eye could see. Conservatively, it was no less than a million—and the number was still climbing. From every direction, more Infernals were racing in, funneling toward the same place.
In the middle of that sea of monsters, an especially hulking Infernal was barking something down at its underlings.
It was the current king of the Infernals.
Back in their original world, Tier 18 had been the ceiling. A lot of Infernals got stuck at peak Tier 18, all roughly the same strength. Nobody accepted anyone else as "above" them, so they'd always lived tribe by tribe—never truly unified, only teaming up when an outside enemy forced them to.
But after coming here, talent gaps started showing. Some rose faster than others.
