Summoning [3]

[My Children, you've played your parts well.]

It was an odd choice of words. This was Eden's first thought when he heard them. But at the same time, he couldn't confidently claim to fathom the thought process of an old ancestor that had been dead for untold millennia.

""Your unworthy descendants greet you, Ancestor.""

The three Demon Kings fell to their knees instinctively upon feeling the terrifying pressure that accompanied that voice. Their blood boiled in excitement at their success.

[Mm. It has been too long since I've smelled the scent of the world. But the work has yet to be completed…]

Eden furrowed his brows. He could feel it. Something was wrong. Something was out of place about this whole situation. 

In the first place, even with all their preparations, they had never expected the ritual to be a success so easily.