Chapter 111—Dragon Tongue
"So this really is the past," Vael muttered with a small grin as he flew through the sky.
He glanced at the clean streets below, the roaming demons, and the huge castle in front of him.
He rose to the highest he could, almost touching the black barrier.
He stared at it and mused, 'Touching it would alert powerful demons. Better not.'
As he roamed above the streets, he felt a gaze settle on him.
He pivoted and focused black energy into his small eyes, trying to sense the being whose gaze he had felt.
His vision pierced into the castle, crossing many powerful barriers, locking onto the central building.
He focused on the room from which he felt the gaze.
The room was highly luxurious, filled with ornate furniture, trinkets, paintings, and beautiful chandeliers that glowed orange despite it being day.
At the far end sat a majestic golden throne.
And on it sat a black slime—about thirty centimeters wide.
