Bad Or Even Worse

After ten thousand immortal heroes appeared, the spatial channels closed. They all arrived and immediately swept their senses over every inch of the place, leaving nothing to escape.

They only saw an army made up of draconic beasts and blood golems. At that moment, all these beings were petrified, completely sealed and analyzed. However, no one found anything particularly noteworthy. Until, suddenly, one of the heroes roared.

"Drizea!" A red-haired demonic hero shouted, distressed, as he felt a fluctuation in the environment. He shot a cold look at the human present and spat in anger: "WHERE IS MY DAUGHTER?"

The human snorted. "So it really was your daughter. Anyway... she was the one who caused me to summon you."