Chapter 5: Ancient Devil and the Hounds of Hades

Looking down from the peak of the plateau, Aza'zel had also noticed the new arrival of the woman in a black dress. He had been expecting her arrival, as he had deliberately left out a trace of her aura back then.

"Who are you? Or…" Aza'zel paused for a moment, switching his line of thought. "What are you?"

He was certain that this woman, whoever she was, was no longer the same Mask he knew from the past. Needless to say, he heard the soft mumblings she breathed out. No need to mention his exceptional sense of hearing, let alone his connection to the Evil Grounds as things stand.

The woman paused for a moment, feeling as though something was off. She checked her surroundings once again, closing her eyes to feel the pulse of abyssal energy laced within the swirling evil miasma all around, and her expression changed subtly thereafter.

She sighed. "I was still a step too late… Haha, whatever, those old bastards wouldn't have it any better either."