The main battlefield's western side lay on a dark and gloomy wasteland near Dark Salt Lake. It looked barren and dim, but beneath the ground lay another world—a subterranean city with a population of over a hundred thousand.
At this moment, a figure in a black robe stopped in a side street of the underground city. After confirming that no one had followed her, she knocked on an iron door.
With a scraping sound, the peephole opened. In the darkness beyond was a pair of beastkin eyes. After peering out for a moment, the beastkin inside slammed the peephole shut, then opened the iron door.
The black-robed figure followed the beastkin into the dark house. They passed through a corridor lined with doors. Some stood open, revealing people identifying stolen goods or indulging in pleasure. After passing a slaughterhouse thick with the stench of blood, the beastkin in work clothes stopped before an iron door, clenched his sandbag-sized fist, and knocked heavily.
With another scraping sound, the peephole opened. A sea demoness peered out from inside.
"Open the door."
The beastkin spoke with some impatience. The sea demoness inside muttered, but this was an underground city—the lawless land—so there was nothing strange about the sea clan and beast clan cooperating.
After opening the door, the sea demoness tidied her hair and said, "The target died, and I couldn't get any useful information out of him. Tell Lord Erguin I did my best."
"We never had high hopes to begin with. Dress this person properly and take him to the estate in Dusk Winter City."
The beastkin hoisted the heavily wrapped corpse onto his shoulder. Hearing him, the sea demoness looked surprised. "To the estate? That's a sweet assignment. Why don't you go?"
"Heh. Guess who you're going to meet."
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