Outside the Black God Abyss.
The sky was dense with clouds, and the airship "Lanque" was stably hidden in midair, completely unaffected by the gunsmoke emanating from deep underground.
Inside one of the rooms on the airship, five formidable lords stood motionless, waiting for their prey to take the bait, resembling experienced hunters.
After an indeterminable amount of time, Hardy, the President, sensed something and suddenly stood up, his sorcerer robe fluttering without wind.
"It's our turn to make a move."
"Quickly!"
Hotter had been eagerly awaiting this moment and rushed out of the room impatiently.
He truly feared arriving too late and finding Ivan fallen into the hands of the alien realm lord.
His worries were not unfounded, as Ivan's group was already at a disadvantage compared to the enemy, and it was very likely they were also being suppressed by their environment, putting them in a dire situation.