The day started bustling, with everyone moving swiftly towards the opening of the celestial gates of the pavilion, where the coronation ceremony would take place.
It wasn't just the palace servants who were running full steam ahead; the other two factions were also beginning to stir.
Ethan commanded the demonic servants, while the clones emerged and hid in the shadows, as Dante and his girls were already gearing up for the confrontation.
Dante was calm, unlike what happened in Kryoris, where he tried to avoid killing to evade severe punishments from the rulers. Now, however, that problem didn't exist. Even if he ended up killing some innocents, he wouldn't mind if it resulted in Ethan's death.
"How are you?" Velryna asked as she sat on Dante's lap, embracing him, yearning to feel his scent, warmth, and presence as a whole.
"Me? I'm calm," Dante replied, but Velryna, holding his pale hands, sensed that it wasn't entirely true.
