Suddenly, there was a ripple in the large market district of the capital. The air began to warp and distort.
A few patrolling demons immediately flinched when they saw this strange phenomenon and distanced themselves from the spot, watching with wary eyes.
"Something strange is happening, go quickly and report to a higher demon!" ordered one of the patrol leaders, a lesser demon with three horns on his head, whose rank was much higher than those present.
That lesser demon nodded and hastily rushed toward the nearest section of the outer wall, where most of the higher demons above Level 90 were stationed.
When the messenger left, the rest of the demons gripped their weapons tightly, eyes fixed on the space where reality continued to warp and distort.
"Dammit, this tension is killing me!" one of them complained.
"Whatever this is, can it just show itself already?"
Suddenly, a massive gate began to form in the area where the air was distorting.
