Not long ago in Hell, Mephisto's eyelids suddenly twitched.
In his dormant state, he could only keep his soul active at a minimum level to sense news from the other dimension.
Someone opened the door to the afterlife…
Hm, it seemed two toys had run over as well…
Huh? The toys were calling for help…
One of the toys ran back?!
Almost instantly, a cloud of black smoke emerged from a tiny wormhole and landed outside Mephisto's palace.
In fact, this palace was just an illusion.
It was the physical representation of Mephisto's source of power. Without his permission, nobody could enter.
Outside the palace, golden light rolled around and cut apart the ball of black smoke.
The black smoke screamed miserably. "Save me, master, save me!"
Mephisto didn't even bat an eyelid.
It was just a toy. If it died, so be it.
