— Qi Rong,

You have been dragging yourself along the rocky corridors in a line of tied people for a long time, a group of lower demons with azure lights above their heads leads and watches you all. From hunger and blows, your head did not want to work at all and keep track of time, how the damp corridors gave way to expensive carpets and walls with priceless stones implanted in them, which formed into bizarre pictures. Finally, you were led into a spacious room, now your frail bodies looked somehow wrong against the background of all this pomposity. In the center of the hall, it was hard not to notice a peculiar throne made of bones and gold, in which sat a pale, luxuriously dressed young man, probably the owner of the dungeon. The demon's gaze lazily slid over the group of people in which you were also located, piercing with a silent spasm and an emerging even greater fear. Judging by the expression on his face, he was clearly displeased.

— "Haha... you worthless trash want This Venerable One to eat such bones?!"