Reign and Draven comfortably sat in their respective seats. Now that they were settled, the room fell quiet, a clear sign of the impact Draven had on everyone. It was a silence that only the strongest could command.

    Meanwhile, Reign surveyed the attendees of the meeting. As expected, the majority were humans, but his attention was drawn to a group dressed in lab coats bearing the BioGen logo.

    They were accompanied by two meta-humans—one male and one female, both appearing around twenty years old.

    The female meta-human caught his gaze and turned her head, offering him a friendly smile. She had long, dark brown hair that cascaded in soft waves down her back.

    Her eyes were a vibrant shade of green, bright and attentive, carrying an air of intelligence and curiosity.

    She wore a simple yet elegant outfit: a fitted black dress with subtle silver patterns, paired with knee-high boots that added a touch of practicality to her otherwise refined appearance.@@@@

    The male meta-human beside her appeared more reserved, his demeanor serious, but his focus remained fixed on the proceedings rather than the interaction.

    ’I wonder what kind of powers they have,’ Reign thought to himself. ’They’re definitely strong if they’ve been chosen to be here.’

    Just as Reign was observing them, the room was interrupted by a sharp chime, signaling the start of the meeting.

    A human representative stepped forward, his name was Marcus Ward. He was in his mid-thirties, with short, dark brown hair and sharp, calculating blue eyes.

    He wore a neatly pressed suit, with a faint silver lining on the collar. As he adjusted his glasses, he spoke with a calm, steady voice, addressing the assembly.

    "Esteemed representatives of the Abyssal Alliance and other demon factions," he began, bowing respectfully to the room. "We have gathered here under extraordinary circumstances—circumstances that threaten the safety of our world."

    But before Marcus could continue, some of the demons grumbled in frustration.

    "This is a outrageous," one growled. "Where is your president? He’s supposed to be here! Or do humans think we demons don’t deserve proper respect?"

    Marcus stood his ground, unphased by the growing tension. He cleared his throat before responding, his voice steady but firm.

    "The president is... occupied with other matters at the moment," he explained. "However, I assure you, this meeting is of the utmost importance, and I am here to represent the necessary authority."

    The demon who had spoken earlier scowled, his voice rising as he slammed a heavy fist on the table.

    "This is unacceptable!" he roared. "Your president is nowhere to be seen, and we’re left to deal with a mere human representative? Do you think this is some kind of joke?"

    The room erupted in noise as other demons joined in, their voices filled with anger and disbelief.

    "How dare they treat us this way!" one shouted. "This is an insult to our kind!" another growled.

    Reign watched in amusement as the tension escalated. He had expected this meeting to be dull, but it was quickly turning into something far more entertaining.

    Marcus, visibly unsettled but determined, raised his hands to calm the room.

    "Our scientists believe it’s designed to alter our world—making it more suitable for them. If we don’t act now, it will allow even more powerful devils to cross over, and the invasion will grow beyond we could control."

    A demon with crimson horns crossed his arms and growled, "If this thing grows stronger, it could breach even our continent. That’s not something I want near my territory."

    Another demon scoffed. "How do we know your ’scientists’ aren’t exaggerating? Humans love to dramatize things."

    The demons began nodding, though some still looked skeptical. The data presented by the humans could be fabricated, designed to manipulate them into action.

    "It’s easy to sit here and debate whether it’s real or not," Draven interrupted, leaning forward slightly.

    "But the fact is, the portal exists. That much is clear. If we wait too long, we’ll be facing an army of billions, and if you think the devils would be willing to share this world with us, then you’re all fools."

    His words struck hard. Some demons flinched, others bristled.

    One demon scowled, leaning forward. "What do you suggest we do? Send more forces to the west? What if another portal appears in the East? Will these humans help us?"

    The idea of splitting their forces made the situation even more complicated, and the thought of relying on humans was hard to swallow for many demons.

    Draven’s lips curled into a smile.

    "That won’t be a problem. We still have my... our teleportation technology. With this, we can send reinforcements wherever they’re needed, fast. And I’m sure the humans will help us if things get serious in the East. After all, we’re both in the same boat. It’s sinking no matter which side you choose."

    He leaned back, confident in his plan.

    A few demons exchanged uneasy glances, but the logic behind his explanation was undeniable.

    Even if they didn’t trust the humans, they couldn’t ignore the fact that their fates were tied together. The Hellgate wasn’t just a threat to one side—it was a threat to everyone.

    One demon spoke up, reluctantly agreeing. "So, we work together... for now."

    Draven nodded, his expression serious. "For now," he repeated, "but if anyone tries to betray this alliance, I will deal with them first before I deal with the devils."

    "Betray the alliance? Are you hinting that one of us will be working with the devils?"

    Draven’s gaze turned cold, his voice low. "I’m not hinting. I’m stating it clearly. Anyone who even considers working with the devils will have to answer to me first. The devils are our enemies, and anyone who sides with them is just as dangerous."

    He paused, allowing his words to sink in before continuing.

    "I don’t care if you’re demon, human, or whatever you think you are. If you choose to betray this alliance, you won’t live long enough to regret it."

    "You think we’d work with those devils?" one demon sneered, his disbelief clear in his voice. "What makes you think we’d even consider working with them?"

    Draven’s eyes locked onto him with cold intensity.

    "Because I’ve seen it before," he said. "In times of desperation, anyone can be swayed. And I won’t let anyone jeopardize this alliance."