"Master!"
"...!"
Ember's voice snapped me back to reality. This wasn't the time to stand around in a daze!
"Everyone, follow me!"
Without hesitation, I leapt into the portal.
The moment I crossed the threshold and set foot in Hargoth, the change was immediate. The air was heavy, suffocating—stagnant like a sealed tomb. More than that, a faint, unmistakable scent lingered in the air.
The stench of death.
"Tch...!"
I clenched my jaw, forcing the thought out of my mind as I looked up.
A towering figure loomed over us—the colossal demon who was suspected as the one responsible for the corrupted landscape.
Judging from the energy it emitted, it was strong... but not invincible. Divine Conqueror Level, at most. That meant Zeshion and the others could handle it if needed.
Just as I prepared to make a move—
"Ahaha~! What a big monster~!"
A light-hearted voice rang out with childlike glee.
