The sky was a dull gray.
It was as if some sort of law of power enshrouded this world, causing even Soren to feel a trace of oppression and panic after his descent. However, this emotion only lingered for a brief moment before Soren's resolute will quickly resisted all negative statuses. He swept his gaze slightly around, seeing countless demons and petitioners, and then he roughly guessed where this was. This place should be where the soul of the Demon Lord of Fear was stored, which was the Throne of Fear inside the God's Realm of Fear deep within The Abyss!
All of this happened in the flash of an instant.
Although Soren was startled by the two Vivians, his long-term adventuring still made him habitually figure out the surrounding environment first.
Just how clever the little girl Vivian was, and had she not been restricted by the limitations of indigenous people, her talent might have even been higher than Soren's. This was not just being higher in a certain aspect, but an advantage in all aspects including IQ, a point that even Soren had to admit, because when he was Vivian's age, he fell far, far short compared to her performance.
One had to know that the little girl was barely eleven years old this year.
Soren's expression did not escape the little girl's eyes, and he immediately saw the two little girls in front of him exchange a glance. The Vivian standing on the left slightly curtsied toward Soren, pinching a corner of her skirt to perform a lady's greeting, and said softly, "Brother! Hello!"
"I am Lillian!"
Lillian?!
Witch of Fear—Lillian!?
Had she actually existed this whole time?
This sentence struck Soren like a thunderclap, causing his whole body to tremble, but then, as if he had