Far from the Demon Abode, in a lush room, eight people were seated around what appeared to be a meeting. Three were on one side of a large golden table, four on the other. At the head of the table sat a woman who could only be described as the true definition of beauty, scrolling through a glass tablet with an emotionless expression.
Despite her blank face, she was undeniably stunning. She looked to be in her 20s, but everyone knew that since the apocalypse, humans no longer aged like they used to. She might be very old, but she didn't appear a day older than 20. Suddenly, she looked up from her tablet and spoke.
"Report." That was all she said, her voice cold yet commanding.
A young man who appeared to be in his late 30s, having short black hair, handsome features, and a scythe tattoo on his forehead, spoke up.
