At the forefront of the grand hall's main stage, a dozen individuals sat, shrouded in an aura of darkness. There was no doubt that they hailed from Netherworld.
Seated at the center was an individual with rosy lips and an ethereal complexion, making it somewhat difficult to determine their gender. Their presence radiated the most potent energy in the room, undoubtedly the young master of Netherworld, Zyreth.
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