Standing tall within the Void was Lassudral, a marvel to behold.
At this moment, in a wild forest on the southern outskirts of Lassudral, a Purgatory Flame Slave who had just crossed Niming Lake was viewing the distant hazy glow of the buildings with astonishment.
"Is this Lassudral? The never-falling city that never sleeps," he murmured softly, "It even rivals the Sky Mechanical City. Is it because it is supported by the Unparalleled Great Demon God?"
Strangely enough, although he was a Purgatory Flame Slave, he was muttering in the common language of humans.
"Hua Que, what are you muttering about?" A thunderous buzzing voice came from another Purgatory Flame Slave in front holding a giant red axe.
"Nothing much, just marveling at how majestic Lassudral is," shifting from the common human tongue, his lips seemingly tainted with fiery red magma gently parted, and the cryptic murmurs of Demon Language spilled from Hua Que's mouth.
