'This is…'
Valdris Morgath stopped mid-stride, his wings twitching in a gesture that might have indicated surprise or satisfaction.
Amara noticed immediately. "Lord Valdris? What happened?"
The Devil's expression shifted into something that resembled contemplation, his black sclera making his thoughts impossible to read despite the obvious change in his demeanor.
"The Divine Beast has been destroyed," he stated calmly, as though discussing the weather rather than the elimination of a Sequence #0 construct. "The Nephilim group demonstrated unexpected capability. One individual in particular wielded Sequence #1 techniques with notable proficiency."
Amara's heart skipped a beat.
Could that be—?
"Were you able to identify this person? Maybe details about… their appearance?" she asked, trying to keep her voice steady.
