As the Purple Crystal Do slowly extinguished, night fell silently.
A heavy atmosphere enveloped the sky above Demon City, as if even the wind was frozen by an invisible pressure, suspended in this silent land.
The Dragon family's estate stood tall, like a sleeping ancient fortress. The towering obsidian walls shimred with a faint magic power glow, guarding the family's generations of accumulated power and pride.
The surroundings were encircled by swirling crimson lava, flowing with a hot and dangerous light, isolating the entire estate from the outside world, like a fortress isolated in an abyss.
However, this fortress, sturdy as iron, was now shrouded in an aura of despair.
Accompanied by the Death Knights, the Judgers of the Truth Departnt had arrived, and their oppressive presence had long since surpassed those high walls.
Under the night, scarlet robes floated like rolling magma upon armor as solid as obsidian rock.
The Judgers stood quietly at the front of the ranks, with Death Knights forming behind them, death burning in the erald soul fire.
A silent killing intent spread across the area, like the calm before a storm, causing pedestrians to retreat one after another.
However, these valiant warriors did not rush to storm the fortress surrounded by lava, but silently encircled the estate like Hunters, weaving a dense web of death.
They seed to be waiting for sothing.
"...Why don't we just attack directly?" a young Deputy Officer asked in a low voice, his tone carrying a hint of confusion.
This is Demon City, not the Dragon family's territory. With the power they held, leveling the Dragon family's estate would be a matter of monts.
Beside him, a high-ranking Judge clad in heavy armor silently wielded a giant obsidian sword, his silhouette as immovable as a statue.
Ti had etched countless battle scars into his armor, like a series of dals.
He didn't answer imdiately but quietly watched the closed estate gates, his eyes deep and calm.
After a mont, he spoke lightly.
"The gate will open."
The Deputy Officer paused, instinctively looking at the solemn gate, where crimson magic power patterns floated on its surface, emanating slight rippling waves like a shield.
That was the noble's defensive magic of Demon City, indicating that the people inside had noticed their arrival.
"...Why?" he couldn't help but ask, his eyes filled with confusion.
The high-ranking Judge's hand gripping the sword hilt was as steady as a rock, his gaze never straying from the estate gate, but his voice was aningful.
"There's no need to make it so ugly."
...
The dull night wind crossed the fortified walls, blowing the iron-like curtains of the night.
The Dragon family's tower study.
This Ivory Tower, once the symbol of supre power, had now beco a suffocating cage, reflecting fear and uncertainty from its shadow.
Kamu Dragon sat by the window, his face pale, fingers tightly gripping the edge of the desk, cold sweat dripping down his forehead, splashing onto the letters and docunts piled atop the desk.
Outside the window, the night was silent as death, and the walls and barrier protecting the estate remained as strong as iron.
Yet that suffocating pressure still seeped through the tightly shut window, as if an irresistible presence were approaching, casting the entire estate under the shadow of death.
That was the Judgers of the Truth Departnt.
If in all of Demon City, there was anything that made him fearful, those individuals in red robes were unquestionably it.
As for why they had co here, Kamu knew all too well—
His plan had failed!
The turmoil at Black Wind Castle, the manipulation of the hearings, the Dragon family's maneuvering among the various powers in Demon City... this should have been like any other ordinary pressure, or a negotiation.
Yet he had never imagined things would escalate and spiral out of control to this extent!
The worst part was not this, but that he had left a fatal flaw during the operation, such that even the normally closed Supre Council Hall convened an ergency eting, and eventually the Judgers from the Truth Departnt were deployed!
Clearly, this was not negotiation.
But the final purge!
Not forcing their way in was the last courtesy, as the Dragon family was also part of the core power circle of Hell.
But he knew well, this courtesy wouldn't last long, an hour was the limit.
In other words—
There's no ti to waste!
Kamu abruptly returned to his senses, suddenly stood up, and with a touch of desperate anger yelled, his voice echoing across the tower.
"Grandfather... Zakro!! When will it be ti, if you don't co out quickly! Are you waiting for them to take away?!"
The empty study offered no reply, only the candle flickered slightly, casting his fearful shadow.
Fear surged in Kamu's heart, followed by a loud shout of anger.
"Night Song!! Get out here!"
The gargoyle might know where Zakro had gone.
However, until his voice faded into the corridor outside the tower, he still didn't hear the familiar response.
Kamu's heart sank instantly, clenching his fists, his face pale.
"Damn it..."
Where had that person who claid to be in control of everything gone?
Didn't he say his pieces were scattered across the entire Demon City, yet when the critical mont ca, they were useless!
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