"I know."
Red Dog knew who was hidden inside the Iron Coffin and vaguely understood what really happened on the blood-red night.
What a pity.
The feeling of harboring secrets in his heart was not pleasant, but Red Dog couldn't reveal this secret to anyone. He knew that lady was always watching him, satisfying her curiosity with mischievous delight, then watching him agonize.
Red Dog shook his head indifferently, "Just a game."
But deep down, there was a long since dried-up sadness.
It was a game among the Devils, they, all of them, were just pathetic toys.
...
The fortress that stood for countless years collapsed, ruins piled up on the edge of the cliff, and with a series of faint tremors, they slid into the depths of the Sea of Mist, disappearing from sight.
Soon, the faint tremors became clear, sharp howls grew increasingly shrill.
Ether collisions ripped through the earth, dust rose, and between it, two figures darted back and forth at high speed.
