The explosion shook the entire tavern, and smoke began to seep through the hatch—thick, dark.
"What was that?!"
Max stepped back, alert.
Abby frowned.
"...That came from downstairs."
Sophie was already staring at the trapdoor.
"...What did they do now…?"
Abel didn't say anything. He walked over quickly and carefully lifted the hatch.
The smoke burst out all at once.
"...Tch…"
He covered part of his face.
And then they heard coughing.
Several figures began climbing up, one by one.
Neros first. Coughing. Moonlight behind him, rubbing her eyes. Lamia, Varis… and the women followed.
"...Ugh…" Moon muttered.
Max stepped closer.
"...Are you okay?"
Sophie looked at the smoke.
"...What was that?"
Abel scoffed.
"...Probably the 'healer'."
He made air quotes.
"...Not everything can go the way he wants."
Varis came up last. In a robe. Barely covered. Chest exposed, completely relaxed.
The demon women were the same. Practically without clothes.
Lamia sighed.
