The minute Abby promised passed slowly, as if it were an eternity. Watching young Vicente suffer as he received the crown of darkness from her powers was almost as torturous for the four Supremes there as it was for the black-haired young man.
Little by little they were beginning to feel the aura of the high-level Devils approaching their position, and both were dreading what might happen if it continued like this.
Vicente seemed to be improving slowly, as if he were a tortoise competing with the fastest of birds.
Ruth alternated her gaze between the human-looking young man and the direction in which the enemy closest to them was coming from.
Gloria circled her powers in preparation, fearing that something would happen and they would engage in combat.
Minos himself couldn't help but turn his gaze to the future, trying to spy out the last-minute success or failure of their strategy.
