Chapitre 358: Where Is The Way Out?

Selma Payne's POV:

Half a month had passed, and everything was calm. Nothing had happened.

The warriors secretly stationed around the sacrificial candidates did not touch a single strand of wolf hair. The works of art, plants, books, and other things deeply related to the demons were still safely left in museums or on the land as if no one cared about them.

However, we still couldn't let our guard down.

It would take time to form a new divinity. It could be a few days or a few years. Perhaps Azazel had already filled his pitch-black chest again, or he still needed more time. But no matter what, we were far more anxious than Azazel. We needed more time and couldn't wait for him to drag it out.