In the dim room, a sinister figure lay hunched over the table, staring at the dozen dolls on it.
The round dolls were painted with facial features and other traits, and each had a name written on its belly. If one looked closely, one could see that one of the dolls represented Wang Zixuan.
"Hatch quickly, my darlings, I've waited too long already!"
The voice spoke in a sickening tone, unable to hide its anticipation—it had been lurking in this city for over three years for these dolls!
"Breeding Demon, your room is still so dark and filthy. This isn't the Abyss, and making it look like this is too ominous."
A disgusted voice cut through as a man pushed open the door and entered. Upon entering, he covered his nose, and a tuft of flame lit on his tail, illuminating the room thoroughly.