Chapter 113: The Abyss

We were transported inside a familiar palace with a familiar throne made of bones and skulls. Walls were made of dark marble, surrounded by eternal flaming torches and glistening crystals that brightened up with our presence. There's a huge cauldron beside the throne that allows one to oversee the world of the beastmen, and the ceiling is too high and dark as if it were covered by the shadow of the Abyss.

"Welcome back, my dear children. I've long been waiting for you. Oh! Interesting! Are you looking down on me?" he growled as he stood up from his throne and walked towards us wearing black chained armor with the mark of the Winged Black Wolf.

We were kept down by the shadows controlled by the god of death, but Ayla broke free as she transformed into her passive-aggressive form and ran in front of me to block her father's path.

"You won't be able to touch Arie as long as I'm still alive, Father," she snarled while holding a sword against him.

"Hah! So, you will only call me 'Father