Demon Realm, Eastern Demon Kingdom.
The north wind sweeps the ground, breaking the white grass; in September, the Demon Realm already sees flying snow.
In the Eastern Demon Kingdom, as snowflakes drifted down, within a dark, deep abyss, tall Demonkin stood in a single-file column formation. Some rode atop gigantic demonic creatures, while others herded a multitude of ferocious beasts with varying appearances, silently entering the depths of the abyss.
Occasionally, among the ranks, a hard-to-tame ferocious beast would let out an anxious roar, only to be quickly met with a whip shaped like an iron tribulus.
The bizarre whip flickered with red and black hues in the daylight; the part of the handle that the demon soldiers held, however, was a blackish color. It was unclear whether the whip was originally like this or if the whip's body had been stained red by fresh blood, soaking it with this color over time.
