Night fell swiftly.
The air gradually turned cool, making the atmosphere seem somewhat lonely and lifeless.
No matter what conflicts arose between Flame Haze Warriors and Crimson Realm Denizens, ordinary people's daily lives continued as smoothly as ever.
If ordinary people knew that someone around them could be devoured by monsters at any time, leaving not even a memory behind, and that they might once have had friends or family who vanished because of it, could they possibly maintain such ordinary lives?
But ordinary people would never learn that truth.
Such a world had never had anything to do with the term "ordinary people."
And now, among the groups responsible for creating such a world, the largest modern organization was gradually welcoming compatriots from all over the world.
In a corner of this world of ice and snow.
"Welcome back, General."
Deep within the temple, Belphegor did not even turn around at the powerful presence approaching from behind. Wearing her usual deep, seductive smile, she welcomed a compatriot who shared the same fate.
The tall figure approaching from behind Belphegor spoke as well.
"You seem to be in a good mood."
With a steel spear radiating a heavy aura resting on his shoulder, Shudenan raised his sunglasses-clad face, a seemingly malicious smile on his lips.
"As you wished, our compatriots from around the world have begun gathering here. Our raids have also come to an end."
For the past half year, under Belphegor's orders, Shudenan had led Bal Masqué's elite forces in attacks against Outermost Dwellings across the world.
It could be said that Shudenan deserved at least eighty percent of the credit for the effortless destruction of Outermost Dwellings everywhere.
Under the power of this formidable Demon Lord, almost no Outermost Dwelling had been able to resist.
After all,