章 195: Another 2nd Generation DæMon?

{Southern Demon District}

Over the offramp for the highway to Roronora, a solo, sad, scared, purple and blue cloud floats over the quiet Demon District.

SeiõrSnow falling like always.

As the two peculiar forms of energy meet, they don't interact with each other. The SeiõrSnow falls through the unfortunate, uncontainable cloud while it continues it's path towards Roronora City.

There is one weak, and quite man's final whisper coming from the cloud.

Purple/Blue Cloud: "...Ka...waii..."

{Present Day, Above the Sister Mountains, 8:35PM}

Within Nephilim's Blackhawk helicopter, his small group of Arai, Maniae, Tristan, and Silpheed hover over the three sister mountains. Slowly cruising towards Mt. Morta and it's summit that opens up like a dome stadium.

Nephilim looks across the cabin at his two newest and youngest members of his special General Officers.