High above the battlefield...
Four demons slowly descended.
Each carried a terrifying presence.
Three of them were ancient demons.
Though they possessed youthful appearances rather than elderly ones, every feature about them radiated the weight of countless ages.
The fourth...
Was a masked demon Frey had already crossed paths with more than once.
"So you were here all along, Amon."
A faint smile crossed Frey's lips.
"Hiding behind the backs of these old monsters."
"No wonder I couldn't sense your presence."
Amon simply turned his head aside.
He said nothing.
Remaining quietly behind the three ancient demons before him.
For a brief moment, Frey ignored them altogether.
Despite the overwhelming aura each one radiated...
Every last one of them stood at the absolute pinnacle of the SSS Rank.
"The true Duchy of Hell..."
Maskith slowly stroked his beard, his aged eyes narrowing.
"The demons who ruled Hellmond in the distant past, long before Agaroth ever arrived."
