"We welcome The Exalted One, Madam, and the Young Master."
On the ship, all the disciples of the Bloodfiend Den bowed and knelt in unison, their hands over their chests. As far as the eye could see, there were figures clad in black clothes and cloaks.
Javier Sinclair raised his hand in acknowledgment.
"Return to the Demon Palace."
"Yes..."
The ship, adorned with skulls, flew slowly through the clouds, heading toward the Eosian region.
Celeste Grant glanced out. "Isn't this the way to the Bloodfiend Den?"
She remembered the route to the place they went last time, and this wasn't it.
Nerida walked over and explained, "Madam, the place you visited last time was merely a branch of our Bloodfiend Den in that area. We were just passing through when we encountered you. The main headquarters of the Bloodfiend Den is in Bloodfiend City, in the Eosian region."
'Bloodfiend City?'
'Just the name sounds like it's full of bloody slaughter.'
