In Hell.
Mutou lay in a deep pit, surrounded by the intermittent wails of ghosts that made his inner turmoil incredibly fierce.
Five members of the Divine Race hovered in the air, displaying a look of complete disdain.
"I thought a Master of Genius, one of the three great marvels of the Ancient times, would be something formidable, but it seems like nothing special."
"Don't spout nonsense. It took all five of us working together to pull him into Hell, which shows that the reputation of the Master of Genius is definitely not exaggerated."
"Ordinarily, souls that enter Hell are stripped of their power, but his strength hasn't diminished at all. I can hardly imagine what kind of monster this is."
"But no matter how powerful he is, from the moment he was pulled into Hell, it was destined that he couldn't fly away."
"That's right, in Hell, our power increases, while his will only continue to weaken."
