[Location: Abyss Layer 2 – The Imp Settlement (Ruins)]
[Time: 5 Minutes After the Battle]
The bone lock shattered with a sharp CRACK, and the cage door swung open.
Damien stood there, the chains retracting into his sleeves with a mechanical whir.
He looked at the huddled mass of Drifters, ragged Elves, emaciated Humans, and a few shivering Beastkin.
They were covered in filth, their eyes hollowed out by weeks, perhaps months, of terror.
Only the Demon God high above knew what kind of torture they had experienced before this.
To them, Damien wasn't a savior rather he was just a bigger predator.
He had slaughtered a Tier 6 Imp Lord in seconds. Who was to say he wouldn't do the same to them?
"I asked a question," Damien said, his voice metallic and cold
"Who knows the way to Layer 3?"
The Drifters flinched. A young elf girl buried her face in her knees. A beastkin man shook his head rapidly, too terrified to speak.
