Outside the Demon King Palace, Father Matt sat on a stone bench waiting, and soon saw an acolyte draped in robes walking toward him.
"Please follow me, Mr. Matt." A hoarse voice drifted out from the shadow under the hood, like a whisper from Hell.
The eerie tone would make anyone else shudder upon hearing it, but in Matt's ears, it evoked a completely different sensation—it was as if he was home.
After all, he wasn't human; he was a Corpse Ghost.
It was only for the sake of the Lord Demon King's grand cause that he had to remain hidden in the human world, a task he had carried out for nearly six months now.
"Yes."
Matt nodded slightly and followed behind the acolyte, stepping through a long corridor before arriving at a massive archway.
The colossal archway stood deep within the cavern, its obsidian-carved frame adorned with intricate and exquisite patterns, resembling both the entrance to the Abyss and the gaping maw of an Abyss Giant Beast.
