Taesan observed the sky, filled with countless spiny spheres hovering above him.

The spheres weren’t living creatures.

They were remnants of the long-vanished demon, Belial, now functioning as automated defense mechanisms. Their only purpose was to eliminate intruders who dared to step into Belial’s domain.

The thorns from the spheres seemed to be triggered automatically whenever something approached within a certain range.

Taesan continued his observations. The servant, who had been watching him in silence, finally asked, unable to contain his curiosity.

“What exactly are you doing?”

“Nothing that concerns you. You don’t need to worry about it.”

Taesan’s answer …