At the end of the dim labyrinth corridor, thick with the stench of blood and corpses, a door carved with countless savage, twisted faces loomed before them.
The Allied Army.
This allied force encompassed the most outstanding young people and elites from across the European lands, along with dozens of renowned experts leading them.
Its assembly should have formed the most powerful fighting force in the world... invincible.
However.
"...Only this many made it here?"
"Lord Farrell... I can still fight. We've made it this far—the final door!"
"Go in! The final battle!"
The enormous door was slowly pushed open by the crowd. In an instant, the gospel of heaven, as though reversed, rang out from all around them... It was a whisper from hell.
In an instant, they entered an utterly freezing room. Ahead was a staircase leading upward, and atop the stairs sat two enormous Thrones.
A male and female demon were seated upon those two Thrones.
"At last, you still made it here. I have to commend you—you really did work hard, mortal heroes... Eleanor! What the hell did you write? Why is there still so much? I'm not reading anymore!"
An impatient voice.
The vicious-looking man seated on the Throne suddenly stood up. He rubbed his palm, then threw out a Paper Ball. As he picked at his ear, he said directly, "Only you lot of trash are left... Hurry over. Once I've beaten you up, I can clock out."
"Demons! We will definitely reclaim those precious things from you!"
Shouting passionate slogans, the battered heroes charged toward the Thrones atop the stairs. Though covered in wounds, they had all surpassed their limits while attacking this demonic lair. Between life and death in the Trial Chamber, they had released every bit of their potential.
Yet the