Again, Konrad stood before the master of the Infernal Realm. Or was he?
Having listened to the old man's preaching, and recalling all the stories surrounding them, he couldn't help but feel that neither the Warden nor the Overlord were free existences.
Their powers might be unrivaled, but their bound to their respective realms also surpassed that of all others. Messengers? Incarnations? The exact answer was hard to pinpoint.
Still, it mattered not.
At least, in this instant, it didn't.
"I hope you're not counting on that unruly father of yours. He's still recovering from Hell's punishment."
The Overlord's hoarse, authoritative voice thundered within Konrad's mind. Undisturbed, his lips curled into a smile.
"My path no longer needs others to fight for. But I'm curious, what is my transgression this time?"
