The tenth floor of the Great Tomb, the Hall of the Dead.
"My apologies. Your subordinate is late."
The imposing, hundred-meter-tall doors opened automatically. In the dreamlike light cast by the crystal lamps, the first person the Ancestor of Flame Demons saw was an elf with long, pointed ears and purplish-black skin.
The Dark Elf Peloro.
You could not define him as male or female. Split him straight down the middle from his nose, and his left half wore a black bodysuit outlining voluptuous curves, with a slender, smooth arm and a small, delicate foot. His right half, meanwhile, boasted four solid abdominal muscles and a brawny arm bulging with veins, thicker than his left thigh.
In his master's words, was this what they called a hermaphrodite?
Standing behind Peloro was a peerless beauty with black wings, clad in heavy armor.
The Pure White Succubus Luredo.
She kept swinging a wooden stick half a meter long, looking rather ridiculous. In reality, this seemingly crude stick was the Great Tomb's second-strongest World Item, capable of increasing its attack power with every swing.
At its maximum, it could smash an infinitely vast lower universe apart.
As for the skeletal king seated on the enormous Bone Throne behind the Pure White Succubus, he was naturally the lord of the Great Tomb, the King of the Undead, one of the Ten God-Slaying Demon Kings.
The hall was utterly silent, filled with unease.
The Lord of the Flame Demons adjusted his glasses.
Luredo and Elizabeth both loved the King of the Undead and competed for his affection. The voluptuous Peloro looked down on the flat-chested Elizabeth, while Elizabeth looked down on Peloro for being a gender-bender. Whenever they met, they bickered.
Last time, when they heard that Elizabeth had screwed up and been killed by