The Fallen Angel Imperial Palace...
Shea had risen from the throne, watching the three people before her warily.
Two men and one woman.
The two men, one tall and one short, were both powerfully built. The taller man had short purple hair, a beard, prominent brow ridges, and eyes that seemed all the more profound; the other was a slight man with long hair, his sharp, pointed face bearing a pair of eyes that gleamed with ill intent as they appraised Shea.
Between the two men stood a blonde woman with a rather ** figure. Judging from her position, she appeared to be their leader. Her eyes remained closed, and her expression was exceedingly haughty, as though she could not be bothered to open them.
"The palace's defenses are much stronger than I imagined. It seems the Fallen Angel Empire still has some foundation," the burly man said, surveying the surroundings and nodding approvingly. "The defensive magic arrays seem to contain the mysteries of Ancient Rune Language. Not simple at all. Even ordinary Kingdom-level powerhouses might not be able to breach them."
"So what?" The slight man wore a disdainful expression, idly playing with wisps of icy air in his hand. "No matter how sturdy this nest is, it is inhabited by nothing more than a pack of ants."
At the entrance to the hall and outside its doors stood ice sculptures everywhere—frozen Lamp Spirits. Even the strongest Dark Crimson Lamp Spirit, Manleis, whose strength was S++, was among them. This showed that the power of these three had far surpassed the realm of ordinary powerhouses.
The blonde woman still did not speak. The slight man said, "Allow us to introduce ourselves. This is Lady Esqi. My name is Tram, and he is Clomandis. We have come today specifically to