As soon as they landed in the mortal realm, Iophiel, Haniel, and Israfel dropped to the ground. They were writhing in the pain that they thought was familiar yet strange at the same time. It's as if the breather that they had in the Demon Realm was enough of a compensation for their ceaseless suffering.
Iophiel, who was coughing his lungs out, tried to take a stand. But before he could even attempt, another wave of sensation that made him feel as if he was bathing in a pool of fire had risen.
While the Duke was groaning as he was subjected to a great degree of heat, Haniel had bitten down her lips in order to suppress her voice. Because of that, a couple of tears rolled down her cheeks, landing on the dirt in the next second. The duchess was bearing the excruciation brought by the hundreds of mallets pounding on her bones. She felt as if her bones would break if there was a slip in her concentration.
