"I AM HERE TO MEET THE DEMON LORD!"
A man with a bulky build and gruff voice, covered in a black cloak, roared, standing on the Waymart circle, located at the center of the demon capital and the busiest place of the empire.
His shout caused many brows to crease, and some demon soldiers moved closer to the man, wanting to apprehend him.
*Clang*
"Hey, you! Get down from there, and let me take you on a trip to the demon jail!"
A demon soldier spat as he hammered his spear on the ground, a frown, just like every other demon in the area, marring his face.
The large figure, however, remained unmoved.
No one could see the guy's face, as he had his face covered by the hood of the cloak; even his hands and feet were covered by the same black cloak, making it impossible to make out the guy's features.
