The door gave way with a thunderous crash. Splinters of wood were still falling as Max, Lamia, and Abby burst into the room.
The air was heavy, far too hot and dense.
And at the center of it all was Azael. Bound to the stretcher, motionless, covered in cuts and blood.
A weak groan escaped his throat.
"…gh…"
Abby stepped forward, her eyes wide open.
"LET GO OF MY BROTHER!"
Her voice trembled, filled with fury.
Dante didn't even fully turn. His hand remained buried in Azael's forehead, as if feeling for something beneath the skin.
"…I told you not to disturb me."
His voice was low, but irritated.
"I'm working on my new body."
Abby clenched her teeth and moved toward her brother, ready to free him.
But the devil reacted. The crutch holding him up moved, fast.
THUD.
Max appeared between them, blocking the strike with his hammer.
The air vibrated.
"…don't you dare touch her."
His eyes locked onto him.
Dante smiled faintly.
