According to this Painted Skin demon, it was an exceedingly bizarre creature from the Underground World.
This monster had lived so long that even many Demon Gods could not compare. It had even come to the surface several times, learning ancient secrets that seemed like myths to ordinary people.
After spending these past few days together, Reilo had indeed learned some incredible secrets from it. Most concerned the Holy See and tales of ancient Gulan, but it had not said a word about the Demon Gods invading the surface this time.
Clearly, there were taboos even it did not dare touch.
That was only natural.
Laws were elusive and hard to find. Some even called them the foundation of the world. With countless beings unable to obtain them no matter how desperately they sought, some creatures had no choice but to follow a different path of evolution. Relying on their vast numbers and strange innate gifts, or borrowing the power of certain Magic Materials, they could gain strength to rival the might of lesser Laws—but no more than that.
The Underground World was a closed cycle.
While the few True Demons waged war against one another and reached compromises, the many Demon Gods reigned as supreme masters over all life. Unable to leave the Underground World, these highest authorities, each commanding tens of thousands of followers, were far beyond any Demon Marshal's ability to challenge head-on.
As a result, apart from the rulers of a handful of organizations like the Dark Curse Alliance, the gulf between mortals and Demon Gods was nearly as impassable as a divine punishment—far harder to cross than the gulf on the surface.
That was why Underground Creatures feared the strong more than surface dwellers did, and why they obeyed the summons of Demon Marshals and