Below them, the survivors gathered around.
Some stood tall while others shook in fear.
Meanwhile, a few others looked toward the royal stands without realizing why their instincts told them to.
It almost seemed like they wanted to know if the elites were smiling while looking at them or not.
In other words, they seemed to be searching for some kind of approval or recognition, but Aster wasn't looking up, and neither was Astrid as well.
Neither of them cared about those things.
Instead, their minds were on what Lilith was about to say.
The succubus descended slowly from above, with her wings folding behind her as her heels touched the arena floor.
Noticing this, the noise faded without her needing to ask.
It wasn't because of fear.
But because every demon present understood that this moment mattered a lot.
Lilith looked over them all, and her gaze swept across the contestants.
She noticed how some were exhausted and bloodied, then she smiled warmly.
