The red-skinned demon rose at once and followed the succubus lord, without so much as glancing at the creatures prostrate on the ground.
The other demons staggered to their feet and followed. When Ruger passed the two-headed demon, its legs were still trembling. One head looked furious, as though it wanted to reach over and slap the other, but it feared making a noise that might spoil the lord's mood up ahead, so it could only seethe in silence.
Ruger glanced at it, guessing that the head begging for a slap controlled the shaking legs, making walking a struggle.
Including him, Mahama, and the old demon, fewer than ten demons who had made the descent were still alive.
The succubus lord walked at an unhurried pace, with the red-skinned demon always following behind her.
She passed one junction after another, seemingly just taking a stroll.
Ruger followed her through all the places he had not had time to explore before.
Ruger stole a glance at the old demon. Bundled in bulky clothes, the old fellow simply kept his head down and followed the group in silence.
Rumble!
The noise made by the lords above still reached them from time to time, even though they had already descended a considerable distance.
Ruger could imagine what the seemingly boundless mire of flesh and blood must look like now.
For that, he once again had to thank the somewhat subdued old demon walking beside him.
Ruger looked around as he walked. If this truly was an enormous corpse, they should now be inside one of its arms. That arm lay at an angle, as though pinned behind the huge corpse when it fell.
Of course, this was merely the posture Ruger had imagined based on the layout of the caverns.
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