Following the demon queen's order, the atmosphere grew noticeably denser. The overwhelming amount of crimson mana that Ophelia released from her body filled every single corner of the basement.
Even Ryan could feel that the pressure bearing down on his body marked an enormous difference between his own power in comparison to that of the demon queen. The gravity in the room seemed to have increased all at once, pushing the soles of his dark boots heavily against the stone floor.
'And I am completely sure that this isn't even half of her true power...' Ryan thought, observing the demon queen out of the corner of his eye.
The demons in front of her began to beg for mercy, their lives now entirely in the hands of the demon queen. Pure terror was reflected in the eyes of the two entities that were chained to the wall at the back.
Abyssal rank demons, supposedly the strongest hierarchy among demons, surpassed only by a demon king, were now pathetically begging for their lives.
