Only a few hours later, Liora sat alone in a room, playing with a familiar shiny golden orb.
Secretly, the events that had taken place not long ago were constantly replayed in her mind.
Her brief confrontation with the suspected True Devil was analyzed in great detail, causing her expression to change from time to time.
Sometimes, she touched her chin and looked to be deep in thought, while at other times, her eyebrows would furrow as if she were contemplating something serious.
"I'm afraid that my entanglement with the unknown Devil is far from over. Neither of us will ever compromise and choose to leave the other one alone.", she concluded, leaning back in her chair.
Liora understood that this was not only because she had forced his split soul to die, but also because of the Devils' very nature.
A world like this one, where there were no particularly strong beings, was enough to make every Devil—including Liora—drool in excitement.
