In the vast room, all eyes were fixed on the half-angel standing in the middle, his magnificent black wings outstretched.
Among the onlookers were the devil himself, accompanied by his loyal right hand, Asmodeus, and a hybrid whose fate was intertwined with Asmodeus. Behind them stood over fifty demons, their numbers growing as word of the unfolding event spread like wildfire.
Jonathan's voice barely audible, he murmured to himself, "He's not here..."
Xavier, tormented by the sight of his soulmate's vacant eyes, asked in a trembling whisper, "Luka, baby, what's happening?"
"Luka's soul is absent," William replied, meeting Xavier's gaze. The devil's vulnerability and helplessness were palpable. "Angels can sense souls, and Luka's soul is... not here."
