[Bonus Chapter for 10 Golden Tickets ~ refer to the Author's Reward system.]
In the Hall of Eternal Eclipse, a banquet was underway that would have turned a normal human's soul to ash just by standing near the entrance.
Huge slabs of meat from mutated sea-serpents were piled high on obsidian tables. Violet wine, squeezed from the grapes of the Wailing Vineyards, flowed into golden chalices. Seated around the long table were several figures, their auras dark enough to swallow light.
These were the [Demon King Candidates]. Beings who had spent centuries accumulating [Fables] to earn their seat among the stars.
"Did you hear the news from the 11th floor?" a demon with four curved horns sneered, tossing a bone onto the floor. "The 65th is dead. Erased. His Star has flickered out of the Constellation Stream."
