It was the beginning of a typical day in the fourth level of the abyss. In the vast black plains where the Illusory Demons clan resided, a tense meeting unfolded between the leader and their advisors. Everyone was halfway furious, halfway disheartened.
The foray into the realm of flames was a disaster, and on top of that, plans that had been in motion for hundreds of years to confront one of the fifth-level demon clans, using the two weaker clans, were ruined.
Despite all the fifth-level clans being affected, this was the worst possible scenario. In a month and a half, the lightning realm would open, and the fifth-level clans, despite the extreme danger, would surely attempt to make up for their losses by going there. This would widen the gap between them and the fifth-level clans, making it impossible to try anything for a long time.
