A quarter of an hour later, Lord Cloud Nether and Lord Autumn Wind emerged from the metal palace side by side, both wearing identical radiant smiles. They strode into a magic teleportation array before the palace. Around three thousand years ago, Lord Cloud Nether had discovered a spatial rift near the abyssal world. He had risked using random teleportation magic to enter that rift, and it was then that he met Lord Autumn Wind, who had still been somewhat muddleheaded at the time.
Over the past three thousand years, the Sovereign Council—or rather, the faction within it that belonged to Lord Cloud Nether—had expended countless personnel and resources to finally stabilize this spatial rift, giving the sealed Wrath Sin Abyss a stable passage to the outside world. Although the chaotic spacetime storms within the rift prevented overly large beings from being teleported through, the innumerable metal warriors under Lord Autumn Wind's command could now enter and leave this Sin Abyss at will.
Before long, on a great island south of the Elf Continent, amid a dense forest that soared into the clouds, a magic teleportation array flashed with dazzling light. Several hundred men clad in azure robes respectfully dropped to one knee, welcoming Lord Cloud Nether's arrival.
With his hands clasped behind his back and his chin slightly raised, Lord Autumn Wind strode out of the teleportation array. He drew in a deep breath of air warmed by sunlight, savoring the fragrance of flowers, fruit, and grass hidden within it. Then he suddenly narrowed his eyes and smiled. "Then, my old friend, my children need a grand hunt. You know it—my children need souls. Very, very many souls!"
Lord Cloud Nether smiled and nodded at Lord Autumn Wind. "Please, do as you please! This is Kimbro Island, south of the