— Meanwhile, within the scorching depths of HELL's 7th Floor, in the Great Palace of Betrayal —
"Where is the little one right now?"
A question was voiced by an existence whose every breath raised the gongs of obliteration. Atop a caged dragon's head he sat, his legs casually crossed in a way that exuded indomitable apathy.
"Lord Lucifer," answered a different voice, belonging to a GX-Rank Demon Ancestor kneeling below the colossal dragon. "Are you referring to the Prodigal Conqueror?"
Lucifer blasted out with an absurd level of malevolence, forcing the kneeling Demon Ancestor into the ground. "Why, who else would I be referring to, Baldal? The rat erecting Towers and confining inferior Demon Kings as he sees fit—tell me where he is."
"S-Sire," replied the Demon Ancestor. "If the reports are accurate, then the Prodigal Conqueror ascended to the 6th Floor of Humanity. After which, he got into contact with one of the Overseers of an Old Time's Relic."
