Daka Felera travelled atop a flying type Magic Beast, soon arriving at the heart of the Demon Empire, gazing at the majestic castle that seemed unusual.
'This wasn't here a year ago.' She thought, recalling that the entire area had been barren the last time she had visited the place. But now, there existed a massive castle, reaching a height of eight hundred metres and spanning an area of ten square kilometres; it was also suffused with a terrifying aura, of her father.
She alighted at an open room bereft of walls, kneeling the moment she arrived, "Congratulations, father, for attaining another breakthrough."
"Daka…?" A surprised voice resounded from within the palace, condensing unsurpassable might as there was a mixture of nonchalance and familiarity to it, "You've reached the peak as a Pseudo-Saint already?"
"Yes, father." Daka Felera nodded, "Daughter has been lucky recently to get talented subordinates."
