The demonic gate floated above Hawaii’s shoreline.
A radius of nearly 10 kilometers around the gate had been sealed off with bright yellow safety lines.

Since this was a high-level double gate, a chilling aura radiated outward across the coast.

Fish floated belly-up on the water’s surface, overturned and rotting. Swarms of insects, drawn to the stench, buzzed in only to collapse, their bodies littering the sea in a floating graveyard.

Utopia’s party, my mentor, and the five senior Execution Squad members stood before the demonic gate—twelve of us in total.

“Ugh, the smell… This place just screams danger.”

Sophia wrinkled her nose as she looked around.

“If anything, that’s a relief.”
“A relief?!”