Kalliēl lowered his gaze, slightly lost in thought as Song Juwei experienced yet another mental breakdown over the past three days. Outside, the sky opened up in a torrential downpour that soaked the whole city in its bone-chilling coldness, blending perfectly with the despairing cries akin to the melancholic finale of a tragic play.
He could not help but recall the event that led him here in the first place.
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"My Lord, please punish me as you see fit," he implored solemnly on his knees, his head lowered in a gesture full of humility.
The tempestuous sea gradually calmed and dark clouds above dispersed, revealing a gloomy sky without stars. The army of angels put down their weapons while huffing and puffing, still indignant that the two demons had successfully gotten away. But in front of the Lordship, they dared not act out of line.