The Great Hall towered majestically, with black demon air rolling inside; pillars as thick as a kilometer and as tall as Heaven's Columns stood erect, piercing into the clouds and disappearing into the swirling vortex.
In this abyss that resembled Dark Hell, Brooks stood respectfully below, awaiting the 'next instructions' from the demon gods.
However, as the five demon gods communicated, the invisible rule spread, stirring space-time, so Brooks did not know what they were talking about.
Half an hour later, the five demon gods finished discussing matters of the Primordial Origin.
Diorus slightly lowered his head, his indifferent gaze falling on Brooks, his voice distant: "Brooks, from now on you are in charge of taking over the crippled Assassination Department. Gather some of the elite True Demons for reorganization."
