A heavy rainfall drowned the island at the edge of Pargoina Empire.
Surrounded by nothing but tidal waves, the island was an abyssal place.
A place that had so much mana it created a foggy atmosphere.
"Damn, this place is a mess."
Samyaza's voice echoed within the place as he looked around.
His gaze slowly landed on the huge crater at the very center of the place.
A tomb of the man who liberated slavery from Lumina was supposed to be there.
The man who was buried by the primordial gods themselves.
But... now the eerie gate of hell had replaced it.
Black mist spilled from the gate like blood from a wound, staining the ground and the air itself.
Crackling sounds echoed softly as reality warped around its presence.
Samyaza narrowed his eyes as he looked at the crater.
Even though he knew what was about to happen, his heart wouldn't calm down.
Anxiety flooded his body like bile as he drew in a deep breath.
The air trembled around him.
