Nadia fidgeted restlessly back in her room.

Why hasn’t there been any response yet?

Why hasn’t he said anything?

Why can’t I even see them yet?

She was still carrying herself properly as one of the leaders of the Coalition of Alkebulan Underworlds. However, that didn’t change the fact that she was still on tenterhooks. After all, there was just too much weight on her shoulders right now.

The oracle.

For the very first time in her life, the Plumed Serpent God issued an oracle sending them overseas, naming a specific Emissary of Hell and telling her that she had to do it at all costs. How could one possibly remain calm when she was at the receiving end of such a tall divine oracle?

Sigh… She sighed softly and took a sip of tea to quell the anxiety in her heart, and yet to no avail. But just then, the door suddenly swung open, and several representatives of the Alkebulan Underworlds entered with downcast expressions, “That’s unfortunate. Here I was, thinking that Hell had opened up completely, but Hell has only allowed us access to the region around the docks… Nadia? What’s wrong with you? The netherflames in your eyes are pulsing wildly. Are you… upset about something?”

“It’s nothing. I was just thinking about some stuff.” Nadia forcefully repressed the anxiety in her heart and smiled faintly back at the rest, “I still can’t...