"----"
The air within the venue seemed to have frozen, oppressive and heavy.
Unlike the reverence that had accompanied the God Race goddesses' arrival, the Demon Lords' appearance brought nothing but overwhelming pressure upon everyone present.
Tangible waves of magic power emanated from the six of them. That alone made it feel as though heaven and earth themselves were about to be crushed.
"Gulp."
Someone accidentally swallowed, breaking the stagnant silence.
"We're not late, are we?"
Sera smiled at everyone present as she arrived with her younger sisters.
Though her smile was not frightening—indeed, it was even pleasing to the eye—not a single human representative present dared step forward to answer her.
They lacked the qualifications.
The only ones qualified to speak with the supreme beings of the Demon Race as equals were the Three Great Goddesses of the God Race.
"Of course not."
Anima shook her head with a gentle expression.
"We only just arrived ourselves."
Nadula smiled as brightly as a flower, dazzling those who saw her.
Only Lidas kept her little face taut, as though unwilling to reveal even the slightest weakness on this occasion.
"Are the six of you the only ones representing the Demon Race?"
Lidas swept her gaze over the Demon Lords and asked.
The Demon Lords exchanged glances.
"What?" Shafna wore a faintly amused smile, her charm leaving everyone present momentarily dazed. "Are the six of us not enough?"
For a moment, Lidas found herself unable to refute her.
After all, all Six Great Demon Lords had come. That truly was enough.
They were the pinnacle of the Demon Race, the rulers of the entire Demon Race and Demon Realm after the Demon King's death. Every one of them possessed strength enough to look down upon all others. Aside from Goddess of Fate