In that barren place, the members of the High Sect stood around dumbly, looking like a bunch of idiots.
"President, shouldn't we do something?"
"Everyone... everyone think together about what we should do."
Aurora was feeling a bit awkward.
Those who are prepared are, in the end, different from those who aren't. No matter what, the tempo had already shifted toward Angel's train of thought. Though Angel's ragtag group hadn't seized an absolute advantage, at least the others were now scrambling. Some were even beginning to feel despair.
...
"What should we do next?" Mosharili asked.
After a moment's thought, Angel replied softly, "Move to the second step: incorporation."
With that, Angel snapped his notebook shut with a loud "clap."
"Incorporation?" Mosharili's eyes widened slightly.
The demon beside her grinned wickedly.
...
At this moment, in the B3 area—controlled by the Law Society—the situation had escalated to fever pitch.
