"It's Tonight."
Asmodeus sat in a dark room at the edge of his cheap wooden bed, filled with marks from Nerima's claws. He focused on the glowing orb of energy between his fingertips, while the moonlight shone from behind.
'Will everything go how I expect... is there anything I've forgotten?'
Countless plans, ideas, and scenarios played through his mind as he squeezed the orb, reforming and transforming the energy into various shapes. He wanted to avoid failing after facing Grundig, thus he spent an entire day adjusting and perfecting everything to prioritise Brando.
He couldn't rely on Logan, Thorim or Zahir.
'They lack strength and will die for nothing.'
Whether a twist of fate or some kind of cruel fortune, after meeting her uncle, Lun decided she'd attend the auction properly and gave Logan the invite for her plus one.
