"So… what do you plan to do with these people who entered the dungeon?"
The Ancient Devil asked Aza'zel as the two of them observed the activities of the special ops.
"I'm not going to do anything," Aza'zel responded offhandedly. "You're the one going to act this time. In any case, your presence was already exposed and they'll expect you to show up, it's just that they have no clue how strong you really are."
Aza'zel then shifted position on his black, makeshift throne of abyssal energy, an unseen ripple in his elliptical pupils.
The Ancient Devil rolled her eyes, sweeping a strand of hair behind her ear as she cast a curious glance at Aza'zel. "Your power is the thing I'm most curious about. It's shrouded by the abyssal energy in this formation, I can't feel a thing from you. Yet, why do I have the feeling that you're much stronger than I am?"
