Kouhei's head snapped upward—
And there he was.
A man stood tall in the air, silhouetted against the bleeding sky.
Towering wings unfurled from his back. From his forehead jutted a pair of curved horns, sharp and menacing like a devil stepping out from a nightmare.
But what made the entire image bizarrely surreal was his attire.
He was wearing a pristine black suit.
A sleek, tailored thing that looked like it belonged in a boardroom or a red carpet.
Not in the middle of an encroaching battlefield soaked in magic and chaos.
Hina's eyes narrowed, burning with quiet fury as she glared up at him.
"Oh-ho?" the man sneered, voice dripping with intrigue. "You're really interesting… you, Primordial Succubus."
His voice echoed unnaturally in the air, deep and full of mocking amusement, as if he were watching a play and not a battle about to erupt.
"Someone from the Souichiro Faction?!" Kouhei shouted, eyes widening in recognition, fists clenching by his sides.
So… this was it.
