Lucifer hovered high in the sky, looking down below.
Based on the guidance he'd received, he knew the team holding the Holy Grail was somewhere within that vast cloud of smoke. But the sight of numerous participants fleeing from it in terror, combined with the fact that the Holy Grail had yet to change hands, was a clear testament to the Holy Grail Team's power.
This was perfect.
Lucifer hated fighting the weak. To him, it was an utterly boring affair.
For him, the prospect of clashing with a strong opponent was even more alluring than the Holy Grail itself.
'But before that, I need to clear out these nuisances...'
Lucifer's gaze fell upon the tightly formed Wolf Pack Team, quickly locking onto the Alpha Wolf. The latter was also watching him, his eyes filled with vigilance.
WHOOSH—!
His black wings beat, and Lucifer dove down at an incredible speed. Before the members of the Wolf Pack Team could even get a clear look, several of them were killed and eliminated.
"Attack!"
