From the outside, he looked like a skinny pit fiend.
Unlike most of the ferocious and terrifying pit fiends, he had a quiet and rational temperament, like a spellcaster with extraordinary wisdom. He did not make people feel afraid, but instead, he was calm and willing to listen to his voice from the soul.
In human aesthetics, his face could be said to be handsome, just like a demonic and beautiful thunderstorm.
Buzz, buzz, buzz .... The storm-like Abyssal Aura pressed against him from all directions and was burned away by the flames around him. His black and red cloak fluttered quietly.
"Cold devil, Lord of Hell.”
"Lord of the Nine Hells….. Asmodeus."
Garen acted as if he was facing a great enemy, his mask was cautious, and he muttered silently in his heart.
