On the calm Decaying Plateau, Evil Spirits were performing their duties.
Diggles was dully sitting on his supreme seat, apparently thinking about something.
The guard at his side was silent. Ever since he started following Diggles, he had never seen his Overlord leave that throne, not even half a step.
He always sat there, motionless.
The throne’s immediate surroundings were a restricted area. If someone dared to approach, no matter who, the only fate that awaited them was death.
The Evil Spirits weren’t curious, and just obeyed. Diggles’ orders were the highest command.
No one dared to go against him.
Deceiver was the first in history.
But she wasn’t an Evil Spirit.
‘She must be trying to find her younger brother. Even if I don’t know exactly what happened, since I know this, it shouldn’t be too hard to find her.’
