This was a jet-black world, as if there wasn’t any light that enveloped the entire land.

Suddenly, a fluctuation appeared and formed into a spatial vortex that caused the attention of many powerful existences.

All the gazes directed over, looking at the other end of the vortex. It seemed to be a Lower Plane…

“Someone actually used the Demon Luring Rune…”

“Judging from the fluctuation, it should be the Blood Fiend Clan. I never expected such a small clan to have a Monarch, and it looks like they’ve hidden pretty well.”

“It’s just a small clan. Otherwise, how could they be forced to use the Demon Luring Rune? But that means that they will attract the attention of others, and that Lower Plane will no longer belong to them.”

“This Demon Luring Rune can only allow one Monarch to descend, let’s see who’s interested.”

“……”

As those intents exchanged, no Monarchs wanted...