Standing in an open field and covered in a black cloak was Irene, with a bit of the woman's brown hair covering her solemn eyes as a wind blew from the side.
Not too cold and not too hot, the wind brought about a certain chill, but Irene could not appreciate it at the moment as she was currently staring at a pitch-black box, one with a height and width of twice the average adult.
Different thoughts went through her head as she stared at the box which now contained Seth.
"You've done a great job Irene, though we lost some level 7 mortals, the plan was successful in the end." A tired but cheerful voice sounded, Milli's form coming to a stop beside Irene seconds later.
"It must have been hell being with a devil like him," Milli said her face twisting in disgust as she stared at the black box.
"Don't worry, after he gets into Lady Minuha's hands, he'll never see the light of day again."