After finishing the talk with Sanguik, Mirage Queen sighed inwardly and walked into
another room.
Seated across an exquisite red table, the virtual avatars of the Abyss Kings and Queens were waiting for her.
Since the war began, the Abyss Rulers had already duked it out with the Sovereigns and injured each other badly.
Now, both sides are recuperating.
Mirage Queen observed her colleagues as she took her seat and rested her gaze on Demon King.
Everyone had some form of injury or another. Even though they were in new armor, and clothes, either their hairs were slightly disheveled or their faces were still pale or their bodies still had marks of injuries.
But Demon King seemed perfectly fine. No bruises, no fatigue, nothing. He was too perfect and that's why Mirage Queen called him out. "Did you get beaten up so badly that you're using an avatar?"
Demon King gave her a sharp glare before shifting his focus back to the meeting.
