Mysterious sigils glowed in a ruin somewhere in the Twelfth Universe. An old man stood in front of the ruin and studied the sigils. He was deep in thought. Occasionally, a frown would form on his face.

At that moment, Heath, who had fled from the Fiend Realm, appeared before the old man and greeted him. “Master.”

The old man wore a gray robe and looked like a 70-year old. He had gray hair and a long beard.

Seeing Heath, he frowned and asked. “Didn’t you go to the Fiend Realm to snatch the pos