Leandro took his time climbing the castle wall. From the way the wind would occasionally die away completely, or a small rat would appear to guide him in a particular direction, it seemed that invisible traps based on the laws of a Quartz Image World were still lying in wait all across the wall.
At the same time, another thought occurred to him.
Traps of this sort did not feel entirely unfamiliar.
Come to think of it, long ago, when he had gone to find Richelieu’s base under the Holy Emperor’s guidance, hadn’t he encountered similar traps then as well?
Squeak—!
At that moment, the sewer rat that had reached the top of the wall gave another small cry.
Leandro reached toward the foothold whose safety the rat had proven with its own life and finally managed to pull himself over the wall.
The moment he entered the fortress, complete darkness descended.
The black Demonic Energy filling the entire interior obscured his vision like fog. It was Demonic Energy so dense that it resembled the very air of the Demon Realm.
His body reacted immediately.
The demon blood flowing through Leandro began to boil, transforming his body into something better suited to the environment.
Black veins bulged harshly beneath his skin, and both of his eyes began burning blood-red. Small horns…