In the depths of the plane, the mist surged, with eight furnace-like buildings scattered around, energy converging at the center.
Behind these eight buildings was a dense network of energy.
"Heinris, you lost the soul domain you were in charge of, and you are the second one in the past millennium."
A dignified voice sounded.
"Because of your failure, the overlord's awakening will be delayed..."
Heinris lowered his head, with a head full of cracks, "I'm very sorry, Lord Hamza, but the situation was special at that time, that guy named Roger..."
"I hate excuses, you've just made my mood worse."
Heinris moved his lips slightly but swallowed the words back.
Even though he was also an apostle, the First Apostle Hamza was stronger than any of them, absolutely dominant during the Lord of the Mist's slumber.
"I'm very sorry."
"Accept the punishment." One of the furnaces behind opened, within it danced the fire of souls, flames twisted with various forms.
