Hughberlian Felt Like She Was Experiencing Déjà Vu All Over Again

Sixteen hours earlier.

Demon Realm, Nekaris.

Beneath a sky blanketed in thunderclouds, the phantom image of Demon King's Palace flickered in and out of view amid a sea of mist.

A winding path crossed the plaza before the Demon Realm and led straight to the castle's layers of doors.

Inside the throne hall of Demon King's Palace.

"Hmm..."

Hughberlian slowly awoke from her sleep, letting out a weary hum.

Her silver hair cascaded down like a waterfall, smoothly covering her black gauze dress, while the light hem spilled around the foot of the throne.

At this moment, her amber pupils had stopped pretending to be human and returned to their truest form: demonic eyes. Her hair was no longer simply tied back with a ribbon, and she could feel the cool touch of the Demon Realm's jeweled hair ornament.

In a daze, Hughberlian lifted her head and realized she was sitting upright upon an imposing throne.

That morning, she and the four Great Demon Races had just arrived in Bulida, the capital of the Krui Di Empire. Before they had even met Young Miss Unity, the Allied Spy sent by the Canberra Kingdom to liaise with them, they had hurriedly taken Antanas and the others to Bulida's Void Gate and entered the Shadow World at nine o'clock sharp.

The floor of the castle's central courtyard was covered in intricate, mysterious patterned stone slabs. The indoor fountain sprayed faintly blue particles, and all the way to the deepest part of the throne hall, rows of armor as black as ink stood on either side. A suffocating, profound aura filled the hall.

The last time she had entered the Shadow World, she had also opened her eyes here, finding herself in the hellish Hall of All Demons. And she had unexpectedly been