Eleanor didn't find the lust witch's body to be something awfully powerful, but it seemed that the man in a dark blue coat was someone acquainted with Noah. She then tightened her fist. "Mon, do you know him? The body the demon is wearing? If we are careful, we might be able to salvage him."
"...salvage? He was still bound to die." Noah left his hand on Sorga's back. "I just feel bad because I promised his death to someone else. Then again, since we're going to face him one way or another, maybe it was enough for that person to feel satisfied. It's not really Caleb, but will it be alright with you, Sorga?"
