The Divine Emperor stood at the precipice of the underworld, his thoughts a mess. He was contemplating returning to the divine realm and finding out what happened that had shaken his core but he also needed to find that demon's soul and question it.
Just as he decided to return to divine realm, three shadowy figures materialised before him, their forms like black wisps of smoke, embodying the relentless and mysterious nature of the underworld.
These dark figures, known as the Veiled Furies, exuded an aura of dread and mystique. Their presence commanded both respect and fear, for they were the enforcers of the Lord of the underworld's will. When they spoke, their voices merged into an eerie echo that sent shivers down the spines of even the bravest souls. Yet, the Divine Emperor seemed more irritated than fearful.
"Your majesty, he is not here," the Veiled Furies intoned, their voices reverberating through the air like a haunting melody.
