Rain dripped down the broken eaves of the Palace of Hell, hitting the cracked obsidian floor and causing tiny splashes of water.
The new King of Hell, Yan Li, a young man who looked to be in his early twenties, sat upright on the leaky throne.
The robe of the King of Hell that was supposed to be majestic on his body seemed a bit wide and ill-fitting at the moment, which contrasted with the decay of the palace.
