The tower.
A middle-aged man with black-framed glasses stood at the top of the tower, looking down at the metropolitan city below.
Satan.
He stared at the dimly lit night and the world, his brows furrowed.
After a few breaths.
A dark shadow swiftly flew across the sky and quickly transformed into a slender woman, landing next to him.
"Gjestastav, any findings?" Satan asked.
"There are a few promising seeds, but it seems they only awakened today. Their Soul Power is merely at 1 point, at most 3 points," Gjestastav sighed.
"Those of a higher level probably all died out during the collision with Parallel World 5432," Satan said.
"What should we do now? How about we search in other cities and countries?" asked Gjestastav.
"…My power… has fallen too much. Next, I need to rest a bit, think of a way to increase my power again. Otherwise, I definitely won't be able to beat the other me tonight," Satan said.
