A figure was slowly taking shape on the stone throne.
Unlike an immortal descending to the Mortal Realm, its figure wasn‘t solidifying from a silhouette but was taking form from the energy gathered from all directions.
Her attire was completely different from that of the other demons in the cave. She wore a colorful long dress and a light veil that covered her face. She rested one foot on the stone seat, sitting in a posture that was both relaxed and arrogant.
Her facial features were indistinct and somewhat hazy, but the person seemed to be young. At first glance, one might mistake her for the young girl from next door.
Remus became more cautious. The air she exuded and the way the others addressed her suggested that she was more dangerous than she appeared. He didn't make any sudden moves, watching intently.
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