“What’s the hurry?” The old man shut his eyes, “Let’s wait and see how the government cleans up the mess in the City of Salvation… This would give us an indication of their plans for the future. It’ll give us an insight as to the level of precaution they’re taking against us as well… move with caution… And tell her that if she doesn’t want to be locked up in the path of the hungry ghost, she would be wise to stay safe.” 

There was an abrupt silence.

A few seconds later, a chilling voice spoke. It was incredibly dignified and elegant, a far cry from the voices that had spoken before, “We’ve been suppressed by the six paths[1] for thousands of years now. I refuse to believe that there are existences in the mortal realm that are more powerful than us!”

The old man chuckled, “Have you already forgotten about that one from Clear Creek County?”

“Her?” The chilling voice sneered, “It’s not that I’m looking down on Infernal Judges, but she wasn’t even born when we were first subdued by the six paths.”

The old man ran his finger along his teacup, “A Judge isn’t scary. Rather, what’s scary is the prospect that others may be alive as well. After all, if a Judge can survive the great collapse of Hell, how can you be certain that none of the Abyssal Prefects that are our equals in strength haven’t survived as well?”

“Have you already forgotten the suffering we’d been put through under the subjugation of the six paths? Have you already...