The setting sun descended on the horizon.
The last glimmer of light disappeared at the edge of the sky.
Darkness began to blanket the area.
Great Wilderness Mountain.
Atop the Broken Peak Stage.
Oil-soaked torches blazed fiercely, illuminating the spacious half-mountain plaza.
In the square, clusters, groups, an abundance of variously looking demons gathered in small groups. They lit fires, roasted meat, drank, and chatted. Joyous indeed.
To the unknowing, it seemed as if a feast was taking place.
In one corner of the square.
The demons from Rolling Mountain had kindled a bonfire and were now feasting on roasted meat around it.
"What do you guys think is the reason for the Three Great Kings for summoning us this time?"
In front of a bonfire, four towering figures with fierce auras were sitting around the fire. One of the demons, sporting a tiger's head, began the conversation.
"What matter..."
