"Give up Daendels ! And break your pact with the devil!"
A three-eyed white wolf with five white tails behind it and a green bat with four hands with green liquid dripping on each fingernail stood beside the Governor-General who rode on horseback while holding up his staff at the full moon shining above him.
"Dekker. . . Don't be so proud that you've managed to gather some slightly talented cockroaches."
The moon also turned red as if it was dripping blood without stopping, at the same time the bright rays of the stars in the sky disappeared and were replaced with millions of shadows of blood-sucking creatures that filled the night sky.
"ENOUGH DAENDELS , DON'T GIVE YOUR SOUL MORE THAN THIS TO THE DEVIL. FINALLY YOU WILL GET NOTHING!!"
At the same time, the figure of the Governor General began to float in the air with a fiery red aura.
