Do you not see me here?

Shadowfell Fortress was originally a frontier fortress of the demon race.

As William and his companions entered the fortress, they encountered tangible black demonic mist and faint, lingering souls everywhere.

The residents of the fortress exuded a violent and ferocious aura. The people watched them with resentful eyes as they passed. Had it not been for the overwhelmingly strong aura emanating from them, the demons living in the fortress might have already attacked, seeking their blood and flesh.

"Loki, lead the way." Alice, wielding the Sword of Soulbreaker, chose to follow behind.

After all, she was now a master, and having her disciple Loki scout ahead seemed perfectly normal.

The Little Broken Stick, renamed by William, had its demonic mist dispelled, transforming its appearance with a faint white glow encircling it.

Loki led the way, his Supreme Deity level energy deterring any monsters from approaching.