Orihime's face grew odd, giving out a forced smile.
Her Aether output from the body significantly increased in a single moment, and instantly, the thick white liquid started glowing like the sun—blinding everyone standing in the area, startling the Daimon burning alive in the pit.
Johan's eyes widened as he found himself feeling warmth and comfort—the complete opposite of the situation in the dungeon.
'She is seriously overpowered…' Johan shook his head. He had underestimated Orihime's capabilities before.
He looked around. It was a luxurious dining hall with low-hanging golden chandeliers, bright golden walls with intricate patterns, and tall silver pillars supporting it all—it all extended indefinitely, with no end in sight.
He was sitting on one of the chairs at a six-seat dining table. Two turkeys, fried noodles, and three bottles of wine were placed on it.
