Asmodeus's eyes trembled slightly, as if Ewen's words had touched a fragile spot deep within her heart. She hesitated whether to end it all completely, even though it seemed terribly embarrassing. But Ewen refrained from continuing; he watched himself for a long time and then looked towards Bologue and the others.
Ewen had spent too much time on Asmodeus. At least in these final moments, he hoped to be with his friends.
Aimou and Palmer sat against the wall on the ground, while Bologue stubbornly leaned on his sword, refusing to fall no matter what. Seeing his stubborn demeanor, Ewen sighed.
"I still find it hard to believe."
"What can't you believe?" Bologue asked, "The miracle at hand?"
This was a genuine miracle—a standoff between humans and the Devil, a crossover of story and reality. Even for the Undead, in their long years, such events seemed extremely precious.
