"Master, a guest from Hell wishes to see you."
Accompanied by a slight ripple in the Magic Web, Ramp's image appeared before Cassius. He remained respectful in demeanor, his voice precise.
"Are these the demons who love to market themselves again? Just send an illusion to deal with them, they are never-ending." Cassius's tone was somewhat impatient.
Ever since he defeated Balachiel, Cassius had been inundated with invitations from demons, receiving various embellished olive branches.
The factions within Hell all hoped to gain a powerful and unmatched Red Dragon as a backup to fight for them, seizing feats in the brutal blood wars.
Ramp hesitated for a moment before answering, "Master, the guest claims to have urgent business to report and hopes you can personally attend."
"Who are you referring to?"
Only then did Cassius take it somewhat seriously, having roughly guessed the guest's identity.
