"You can't do this! If you do, it's not just me who'll be in trouble—my companions will be dragged into a huge mess too! If you truly take residence within me, I'll kill myself at the first opportunity!"
Ali's gaze was resolute, her finger, charged with mana, aimed right at her temple.
A slight surge in mana would cause the tightly condensed mana beam to pierce through her brain.
Not even a deity could possibly save her then.
This posed a dilemma.
Diabolos scratched his chin, finding it rare to come across such an intriguing subject for observation, and he didn't wish for Ali to die just yet.
However, returning empty-handed was out of the question.
Encountering such an anomaly in Ali and then returning without anything to show for it would be the laughingstock among other devils.
When had Diabolos ever suffered such an indignity?
No, no, a compromise had to be found.
