Akasan and Airson tumbled any enemies that came their way en route to the elevator.
"What kind of training did you go through to get so strong?" Akasan asked. "You pushed open that door easier than I could punch a hole in the wall."
Airson slugged a guard in the face. "My body can't use spiritual essence. I can only utilize my lightning and exterior forces like Sen to my advantage. So to make up for that, Rua strengthened my body the hard way."
"All for your friends huh…"
"Yeah. For my friends."
Akasan smirked.
—
It was raining outside. Thunder rolled in the clouds above.
An entire team of kitchen chefs were hard at work to prepare a feast fit for a king.
Soup boiled, sauces simmered, vegetables steamed, and meats were seared.
Outside, Demon Lord Satan was walking towards a large mansion. On his left was Azael. Two butlers held up umbrellas to keep them dry.
Azael adjusted his clothes. "Do I really have to wear this… suit?"
"Yes, you have to wear the suit."
