Even the audience who were sitting at the bleachers got someone they cheered on. Assortments of cheers were spewed for Crescent from the Malevolent beings. While words of encouragement came from the Benevolent beings.
They all watched as Crescent, though pinned to the tree, was still able to summon the flock of red and black butterflies around her, the glow within her yes intensified. Grand Duke Beelzebub could not help but grind his molars, feeling angry for seeing her in pain. But deep down, he knew that Crescent was doing everything she could to win and he could see it in her eyes which were identical to his.
The hissing of the shadows started to subside as he chose to trust the child. But it was in this moment that one particular guest popped in the scene – ruining his hard-earned calming nerves.
"Why is that brat over there?" The balcony shook when Grand Duke Beelzebub punched one of the balcony's pillars.