Somewhere in Mindanao. Underground. There was a throne in the very middle of a lava pool. It was on top of a mound with a staircase that lead to it in the front. The throne was majestic, made of some sort of red metal.
In front of the throne, on the bottom of the staircase, was a five-meter-wide walkway that was inlaid with a carpet. It stretched to a dark place.
Suddenly, a black portal appeared not far from the throne’s staircase. Sitan and Black Devil walked out of the portal.
“Oh, how I’ve missed this place.” Sitan reveled in the atmosphere of the underground throne room. “It was a busy two days…”
As Sitan said, he was busy for the past few days. First and foremost, he caught up with the affairs of Kamay ng Lagim. Second, he was informed of the current threats, such as
