Even after making every preparation, even after learning about the Silver Palace through documents and hearsay, Aaron still realized just how dangerous this journey into the Abyss was.
Leaving aside the darkness lurking within the Silver Palace and the horrific howls that occasionally drifted from the ends of corridors and rooms, Aaron had personally seen more than a dozen legendary Balors and Mariliths among the various guards along their route. There were astonishing numbers of Glabrezus hovering between near-legendary strength and the threshold of legendary power, and every patrol was led by one.
Six-Fingers' children lived scattered throughout certain sections of the Silver Palace. Some of his offspring, such as Asas and Tarathia before them, were presentable enough to be allowed out, while others had been born and grown into things so horrific that even Six-Fingers chose to lock them in towers.
Within the Silver Palace's bizarre passages, which followed neither logic nor rules, Aaron and the others heard howls resembling those of primates. The air reeked of an elderly person's rotting flesh.
"Pay it no mind," Tarathia said flatly. "It is merely time for one of my elder brothers' daily treatments."
"Behave yourselves, outsiders, unless you want to end up like my brother," Asas said maliciously. "Oh, perhaps the moment you entered the Silver Palace, you already became just like him. Hahaha~"
This place was incredibly dangerous. Aaron made a quick calculation: even with a surprise attack, he should be able to defeat these two children of Six-Fingers alone, but there was a thirty percent chance he would remain in the Silver Palace forever, and a seventy percent chance he would suffer serious injuries.
Taking their party's fighting strength into account, Morgan, as a greater devil, was naturally the strongest. But this greater devil had always been the most