Natural Conclusion

Meanwhile, deep within the infernal depths of Hell, a gathering was taking place.

The air was thick with the acrid scent of sulfur, curling through the dimly lit chamber like a living entity. Shadows flickered along the stone walls, the flickering torches casting jagged, dancing silhouettes across the room. At the heart of it all, a long obsidian table stretched between them, polished to a near-reflective sheen.

Seated around it were five of the most formidable demons in in the current generation of demons.

The leaders of the Souichiro Faction.

At the head of the table sat Souichiro, posture relaxed yet exuding an undeniable authority. He didn't speak, didn't acknowledge the conversation swirling around him. His gaze remained distant, half-lidded, as though he found everything before him utterly insignificant.

Because, to him, it was.