Everyone stood still. No one even dared to breathe.
...............
It was just a few years ago.
The same throne room. But it looked slightly different—less tense, more calm.
The seven Devils were there—Elisha, Crow, Scythe, Ashen, Veil, the Prophet, and HQ, who was still alive back then.
They stood in a circle around the Devil's throne.
"We've destroyed five major survivor bases this month," Ashen said proudly.
"Our pawns are getting stronger. More obedient," Veil added softly.
"We will rule the world soon," Crow said, his cloak rustling like feathers.
The Devil sat quietly, fingers tapping the side of the throne.
Suddenly…
The Prophet took a shaky breath.Then he dropped to his knees.
His eyes rolled back.His body trembled.
A faint glow began to shine from his eyes.
"What—what's happening?" Elisha whispered, stepping back.
Scythe reached for his weapon."Is this betrayal?"
"No," the Devil said, not moving. "Wait."
