The hustle and bustle of the streets in Myriad Devils still surrounded what happened yesterday. The near-doom that they experienced would be foretold over and over but all of them paused whatever they were doing. All heads turned one by one as their ears heard a walk from a group. Their eyes widened as they saw who they were and some started to make way for the group. No words were spoken, as they unknowingly braced their chest up as if saluting them.
A party that far surpassed the likelihood of the Leviathan Party. The group that repelled their doomsday. The rise of an unknown savior, led by a young man with the confidence of a hundred men. All of them had glimmers in their eyes, whether they were humans or demi-humans. An aspiring group that broke through a new era.
"Young master, you're brimming with smiles," Kesya uttered with a grin with her hands behind her head.
'Shh! I'm trying to keep my cool,' said Lyon through Mana Transmission.
