High above them, deep in the subterranean tunnels, the sound of measured footsteps began to echo through the dark as a lone figure emerged into the dim light.
It was not Jack Kaiser.
The figure that stepped through the shattered, smoking threshold of the grand obsidian gates was no mere human.
He wore a tailored, pitch-black three-piece suit without a single crease, crisp white gloves, and a crimson silk tie, neatly pinned at his collar.
His jet-black hair was slicked back flawlessly. In his left hand, he held a small, perfectly ripe tangerine, casually peeling the citrus skin and all the pith in one small motion.
This was S.
To the surface world, he was merely Jack Kaiser's quiet, impeccably mannered butler.
But to those who understood the deepest, most violent layers of the abyssal hierarchy, he was a contract demon whose true name made high-tier warriors turn cold: The Crazed Red Eye Demon.
