Above, the sky was shrouded in dark miasma, so dense and thick that no normal being could withstand it for even a few seconds.
No ordinary being could endure this unnatural phenomenon for long.
The swirling dark miasma moved unnaturally, twisting and coiling in ways that blocked out the daylight. Its heavy presence pressed down on the land below, making every breath feel like inhaling thick smoke.
Its existence seeped into every corner, suffocating the air.
The miasma turned the landscape below into a desolate and ominous place, where only the toughest and most prepared dared to venture.
However—
From this dark place, glowing yellow eyes pierced the miasma, their eerie light cutting through the darkness.
Slowly, as the mist parted because of the wind, a giant lizard-like creature emerged, its body covered in dark, hard scales.
But unlike any ordinary lizard, this beast had enormous wings, each flap generating enough force to move its massive, heavy body with ease.
The creature was not bothered by the miasma at all, undeterred by its thick, oppressive presence.
"Is it just me, or is the miasma here getting thicker?" a commanding female voice echoed from the creatures head, her sharp eyes scanning the surroundings as she tightened her grip on the reins.
Standing atop the creature's head was a dark-skinned woman with long dreadlocks trailing down her back.
Her piercing yellow eyes glowed faintly, creating a striking contrast against her dark complexion. She stood taller than average, around six feet, and dressed openly, exposing her belly button and well-defined abs.
Abs weren't the only thing defined; she was also blessed with a well-endowed chest that threatened to burst out of the leather top that barely held on.
Her chest was at least a DD cup, inching toward an E, complementing her large and flexible ass. She wore just a leather short, allowing everyone to see her soft, chocolate-colored legs, which, for some reason, glinted like polished marble.
Her name was Avet .
Beside her, four companions shared some of her features with some different variation—each with dark locks and yellow eyes.
Their clothing material mirrored the woman's attire, designed to withstand the rigors of their environment while maintaining comfortability .
However, unlike her, they wore long coats lined with fur from beasts unknown.
In the past few hundreds of years, no Savage Demon has broken through to become a Demon King. That's why she wasn't convinced she needed to be here in the first place.
"But aren't you curious? It's a Savage Demon, so it must have some unique powers and origin," Zet replied.
"Why should I care? I bet it's a useless ability anyway," Avet shook her head.
Coming from a noble lineage of demons, her ego was quite high, especially since she had been spoiled since birth.
"Avet, I don't think it's right for you to say that. It might be a savage demon, but it's still a Demon Lord," Zet raised her finger to reprimand her little sister.
Despite appearing shorter and younger, she was actually the eldest between the two.
"And why should I respect it ? That savaged demon destroy a human city because it was stupid and all it knew was to destroy things ," Avet argued.
Zet sighed, "But you do realize that at one point, all demons started as Savages, right?" she pointed out.
"Oh please, don't compare our ancestors to them. We have already evolved far beyond that, and our ancestors earned their positions," Avet scoffed.
What she was referring to was how this hierarchy was established.
During ancient times, surviving demons started their own families, and those who were powerful enough gained recognition and acquired a title.
For example, her great-great -great -great grandfather reached the peak of Demon King status before her family gained the noble rank.
Zet sighed, seeing that her little sister was too proud to be reasoned with.
'I have to calm her down, or she just might kill that poor Demon Lord out of spite,'she thought to herself.
She came here because she was interested in seeing a new species of demons for herself, and it would be difficult to experiment on a dead corpse.
She was not interested in killing if it could be avoided.
She was one of the few Demon Lords who preferred gaining knowledge over violence, a total opposite of her sister Avet, who was a born impulsive and aggressive from birth.
Nevertheless, that didn't mean Zet was weaker.
In fact, she was already a Peak Demon Lord and could very well crush her little sister if she wanted to.
But the most dangerous part about her was her calm demeanor, a rare trait among demons.