The turmoil surrounding the Judgment Court came to an end, and Forest City returned to peace.
In Forest City's Inner City district.
Inside an unremarkable manor.
Layers of spatial barrier devices enveloped the manor, one of the Kane Group's bases for conducting secret research.
On the top floor of the manor's main building, an extravagantly luxurious office was furnished in cool tones. A sumptuous dark-gold carpet covered the floor, and an enormous obsidian desk dominated its center.
Kasjin sat in a broad leather chair, his interlaced hands propped against his chin and his eyes lightly closed. A faint pressure of rules lingered around him, his aura cold and oppressive.
Even the entire office had acquired a thin coating of frost.
Just then, soft footsteps sounded outside the office, followed by an attendant's gentle, respectful voice. "Chairman, your guest has arrived."
Kasjin did not so much as lift his eyelids or turn his head. His tone was indifferent. "Come in."
The office's alloy door slid open soundlessly, and a tall, exquisitely beautiful maid walked slowly inside. Dressed in the Kane Group's standard maid uniform, she had a meek expression and light footsteps, appearing utterly harmless.
"Prison Demon, you shouldn't be here."
Yet the moment the maid approached, Kasjin's voice rang out, carrying a trace of coldness.
At those words, the gentle demeanor of the maid, so meek just a second earlier, shattered instantly.
Pitch-black Inferno Black Flame spread inch by inch over the clothes covering the body. Its meek features twisted and dissolved, and its eyes abruptly turned entirely black, without a trace of white. A rough, hoarse voice brimming with boundless brutality thundered from the maid's body.
"Kasjin, you're as perceptive as ever."
Prison Demon's consciousness completely took over this temporary body, his voice deep and hoarse.
"You're stronger than