"Well, that was easier than I expected," William muttered as his group passed through the gates of the Fortress City that guarded the Demonic Continent's borders.
He had underestimated the special privileges that slave traders had in the Demon Lands. As long as they brought in slaves of other races, the doors of the fortress would always open for them.
Although this was a very ridiculous notion, he somehow understood that they had nothing to fear. After all, the one overseeing the fortress was a Demigod that guarded the Demon Realm.
'Stronger than Takam, but weaker than Vlad,' William thought as he and Optimus felt the energy that was coming out from the tall tower that stood at the center of the fortress.
