Shit! Damn it! How could this happen? Cyril looked frantically at the semicircular screen of magic in front of him. Inside, everyone was fighting with all their might, trying to kill the opponent in front of them who didn't look human.
"I can feel your anger here! Are you worried about the people below?"
A stupid question from a creature called a demon. If only his magic could open that closed door, Cyril would have done it long ago. He would have cast enough magic to destroy the door. But despite his intentions, he couldn't use his magic here.
Lev, who seemed to have a higher position than the other demons here, burst out laughing. Perhaps he was so excited to see humans struggling to survive. However, whenever a living being called human appeared that Cyril didn't recognize, he felt so evil.
It was as if so many people were pointing at him and shouting that he was to blame for what had happened.
