Are They Crazy?

Countless Shadow creatures of different races watched this revolutionary scene unfold before their very eyes under blazing gazes.

Since the Twilight Abyss had come into being, this was the only time a portal leading to the lower levels had been sealed off.

Yet many small races deeply dissatisfied with the Succubus race's arbitrary actions felt a soul-searing, heart-devouring pain the moment their gazes brushed against those lovely figures.

"I know many of you are dissatisfied with this lockdown, but circumstances demand it, and this matter is of great importance. Until it is confirmed, the deeper levels of the Twilight Abyss will remain closed."

With the seal completely in place, one Succubus looked at the growing number of races gathered around them, her smoky brows knitting slightly.

"What about the others below the Twilight Abyss?"

Their expressions darkened. The Dragonmen, who had previously been imposing and treated the other races as beneath notice, had clearly lost much of their arrogance, their words and tone becoming considerably more restrained.

"Yeah! What about the people below the third level?"

"If something goes wrong, can your Succubus race bear the responsibility?"

"You've sealed the passage to the third level without even explaining why. What kind of reasoning is that..."

The crowd erupted once more, but the Succubus in the air had clearly run out of patience.

“This is merely a one-sided isolation Restriction. I will not stop anyone else from using the portal to leave the third level. But if you intend to enter...”

Her cold gaze slowly swept across every race present. Though the figures in the air were all small and slight, they still frightened several Orc race powerhouses over three meters tall into silence.

"Then why can Biers of the Orc race enter?"

"Is her name something you can even mention?