Even if Montana was howling in despair outside, he was nothing but laughing bitterly inside him. He knew that something bad was going to happen, and it seemed that Mephisto didn't count on it to proceed as he thought.
Right now, Montana was trying to outrun police officers in the station. He didn't want to go to jail for something he didn't do, to rot in a place he didn't choose.
He signed a contract with a demon days ago. Why was he suffering now?
"Help me!"
Montana called out, and Caliga growled aloud as a response. Everyone and everything in between Montana and the exit were blown away in a snap. Caliga slipped in between his legs and grew larger than he should be. He then carried his master on his back as he ran with the whirlwind blasting everyone out of the way.
