The woman who was pretending to be Daniel smirked. She leaped and spun, she was about to launch herself to the crowd but there was a magic suppression chains locked in her wrists.
<< Seville >>
Race: Angel
This notification threatened Elliot to the point that he wasn't able to think right. This woman was surely a Fallen Angel if she's on Terra.
"F*ck!" Seville cursed. She slammed her body to the ground and looked around. No matter where she tries to go, there were Adventurers.
"You can't go anywhere now," Miranda said. "You shall go with me and be locked up in the dungeons. Irv, let me borrow that scepter."
The host didn't waste any more time and hovered beside the police officer. He handed her the scepter to which Miranda immediately used, "All Adventurers in this stadium, prepare to engage in a fight. This woman is, in our terms, a Godly-tier Angel."
