At the edge of the GT timeline lay a pitch-black expanse, and deep within that darkness hid a rift.
Four figures hovered before the rift, two men and two women.
Apart from one of the women, all three others wore mage robes and held scepters.
"Towa, that older brother of yours is reliable, isn't he?"
The speaker had red hair and wore an ancient gold ornament across his forehead. A cold, evil aura radiated from his entire body.
"Rest assured, Lord Demigra. He only became Demon King thanks to you. He certainly won't talk."
Towa wore a red bodysuit that perfectly outlined her devilishly alluring curves. Master Roshi would have gotten a nosebleed at the sight.
Towa knew Demigra was referring to the matter of the Lost Place.
"I hope so. Otherwise, I wouldn't mind sending him to his grave."
"Please rest assured, Lord Demigra!"
Towa still had no idea that her older brother had already sold them out.
"Quiet, all of you. The aura inside is about to seep out."
The speaker was the mage Putine. She had blue-green hair, and although her figure was not quite as seductive as Towa's, she had the prettier face.
"We've waited a hundred thousand years for this wisp of aura. Once you absorb it, Demigra, we'll definitely be able to rescue Lord Mechikkapula."
Gravy was a male mage. In contrast to Putine's slender figure, he had powerful muscles, looking like a living shield.
At Gravy's words, everyone fixed their eyes on the rift.
The rift was extremely strange. Demigra and the others had no idea what lay beyond it, nor did they know how it had appeared.
They had discovered the rift because this timeline had neither a God of Destruction nor an Angel, so hiding here would not bring them any