In a throne room of a castle in the territory of the Sphinx Dukedom, there was a virtual map showing the state of the continent and the demonic horde that was razing everything on its path. There were three people and two of them were discussing.
One of the people arguing was Oliver, with his impressive wings made of lava, but unlike his usual imposing attitude, he was adopting a defensive posture against the words of the man in front of him.
The man was young and his face was very delicate. His hair was black and his body looked weak but the power inside it was not any least inferior to the one in Oliver. He had three pairs of wings on his back that were made of black fog.
The wings seem to be able to hide the existence of the man to the point that, if you were not strong enough, you could not see him even if he was in front of you. But that was not all. There was extremely destructive energy running through them.
