Sianor frowned, his eyes drifting past Heinkel to the portal behind him.
"I understand what you're saying… but that thing behind you... what is it, exactly?"
Heinkel followed his gaze and let out a small chuckle. "Oh, that?"
He waved a hand casually. "Don't worry about it. It's just a demon gate."
He paused, then added, almost offhand, "And also… it's not a normal one. I made it myself."
The moment Sianor and the others heard that, they froze in shock.
"You created it? How is that even possible?"
Heinkel just laughed. "Even if I explained it, you wouldn't understand. Still, I can at least tell you what it does."
He pointed lazily at the portal. "That demon gate is special. Even a demon at the Perfection Realm can pass through it."
He paused again, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Or, as you'd call them… a Demon Lord."
Sianor's frown deepened as he clenched his fist. "Why would you do something like that?"
His voice rose, anger slipping through.
