Inside the royal palace, deep within a restricted section where demon authorities inspected corpses before disposing of them, stood the Crematory.
It was a grim place.
Dead enemies, criminals, and prisoners were brought here after examination. Once all investigations were completed, their bodies would be burned within the massive furnace that occupied one side of the facility.
Click.
Click.
Click.
The sound of footsteps echoed through the dim stone corridor leading toward the crematory hall.
The person walking through it was none other than Nyxariel Nyctora.
Standing well over six and a half feet tall, the Demon Queen moved with an imposing presence. Black armor covered her fit and curvaceous figure, while her long rose-pink hair flowed freely down her back.
Soon, she entered the large chamber illuminated by mana lamps fixed to the walls. The air carried the unpleasant scent of blood, chemicals, and decaying flesh.
