Light twisted, the space ahead suddenly dimmed, and Martia stopped in her tracks, staring fixedly forward.
"Outsider, the Demon King's Hall is forbidden territory; this is not a place you should be."
Two red-haired succubi blocked the way, their figures seductive, looks charming, with a sly and provocative smile at the corner of their mouths, clearly having recognized Martia's identity.
"Leon, Mishuli, it's me." Martia pulled down the black hood, revealing her true face.
"Of course I know it's you, traitor, Paradise Lost does not welcome you!"
The succubus named Leon spoke slowly, eyeing Martia maliciously, seemingly contemplating the possibility of locking her in a basement.
Mishuli also sneered repeatedly, waved her hand to produce a black steel fork, igniting hellfire, and stared firmly at Martia's chest.
If you dare step forward, I'll make you Three Stabs Six Holes, adding a few vents to your body.
