In the far distance away from the West Gate, almost an hour earlier…
A figure was sitting on the ground, unmoving.
His eyes were just like those of a demonic worshipper, with black sclera and red irises.
However, unlike inferior demonic worshippers who had their minds corroded by the properties of demonic power, the figure's expression was calm.
He was clad in heavy black iron armor, with a black cape that seemed to meld into the darkness behind him.
Although wearing armor, black tattoos could be seen in the parts where his skin was showing.
His black hair was neatly slicked back, he also had neatly trimmed stubble covering the lower part of his face.
"Hmm… if I find that cult leader lying, I'll behead him myself."
Muttering under his breath, the figure grabbed a blade of grass and put it in his mouth.
"Well, it's not like I can disobey his excellency…"
He was Marzak, a general of the Demon Lord of Greed's Army.
