Seven days later, the Lightwing Fleet reached the island where Lucas had marked the buried treasure.
In the sky, Velin folded his arms and studied the island, which covered barely a hundred square kilometers. He searched it with his senses but found nothing.
Lucas would not have lied to him, though.
"Your turn."
Standing nearby, Lucas heard Velin and replied, "Your Majesty, leave it to me."
Lucas landed on the island and spread his Fate Law Domain. Closing his eyes, he began searching for a possible passage where none should have existed.
Inside an Interstitial Space, a half-demon seated on a throne snapped his eyes open. He sensed a tendril reaching in from the outside world and used his power to help open the passage.
After thirty thousand years of waiting, he could finally leave this prison.
Once he got out, he would slaughter the descendants of those traitors.
Back then, he had been one step away from devouring every trait of an Abyssal Lord and taking his place. To do it, he had deceived an Outer God and lured seven of his God-Favored Ones, all Legendary High-Tier, to their deaths. He had traded their bodies for World Contribution, preparing to call on the will of Ilarelia World at the crucial moment to resist assimilation by the Abyssal Consciousness.
But at the last moment, those bastards had betrayed him and exposed his entire scheme. To avoid being slain by the God of Dawn, he had been forced to interrupt the ritual and hide in an Interstitial Space.
For absolute safety, he had even used a Divine Artifact to seal the space completely, turning it into a Safe House. But it had also become a cage.
Unless someone opened it from the outside, he would remain trapped there until he died.