Moby sat on his soft bunk bed with his eyes closed, a clear vein bulging out of his forehead as he tried his best to concentrate, his frustration only growing the more he tried.
For the past few hours, he had only 2 things on his mind, strengthening his household, and strengthening himself.
The main way he had in mind to do such a thing was to try and teach every one of them how to access their demon transformations. As Avilia explained, just like how he, as a sin demon had sin mode, so did his household, each one possessing their very own special transformation, although admittedly weaker than sin-mode which was considered near or even at the pinnacle of the netherworld.
