Inside the portal, there was a world covered in dusty, cold desert land. The surrounding air was gritty, and a sense of desolation lingered in the atmosphere.
If a normal person looked at it without context, it might seem like an ordinary desert—just a little colder than usual.
But it was anything but that.
Slowly, human-shaped beings with red skin appeared, tentatively observing the large airships and other structures before bowing their heads.
"We greet Lord Ray," they shouted in unison, shaking the surroundings with the sheer volume of their voices.
"Hmm," Ray casually nodded his head. He was floating in the air, with ten women behind him.
"Lord."
An old man stepped forward as a representative of the entire race.
"Looks like you are taking care of this place, old man," Ray spoke lightly.
"Th… Thank you, Lord Ray." The old man's lips quivered as he bowed, repeatedly hitting the ground.
