In the depths of the Evil Demon Sea.
The magma, as crimson as blood, boiled and surged, constantly releasing bubbles. Within them, the twisted faces of Dead Spirits desperately stretched out limbs and heads, issuing pitiful wails.
It was as if in hell.
At the center of the Magma Sea was an ancient dark tower, entirely shrouded in black, reaching a kilometer high. Nine chains formed a circular bridge connecting from the cliff to the base of the tower.
On the chains of the high bridge, countless beings stood densely packed, including members of the Evil Clan, Evil, and the Human Race; they were continuously pushed off the bridge by the faceless behind them, falling into the magma, struggling and wailing.
And at the end of the chains of the high bridge, beneath the dark tower, there was a throne constructed out of blood.
A man in black long robes sat upon the throne.
