Communing with the Netherworld

A black-red tide surges forth. An immeasurable demonic tree stands tall above the starry sky, and new planes are born within its black-hole-like hollows. Golden patterns wind across its dark red branches, with plane after plane hanging from them!

Figures that pierce through space, kings who command bloodlines, and Abyssal Beasts of the Monarch rank guard the top of the canopy. What are they protecting, and what stories lie behind it all...

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.