567 Druids

Through the projection, they saw the Masked Devil Incarnate's striking figure. He was shrouded in an ominous dark cloak that billowed around him like a turbulent maelstrom.

His visage was concealed behind an intricately wrought mask, an enigmatic emblem of his mysterious persona…

What shocked Calvin the most was that even though they were only watching him through the projected images, he could almost feel the aura of unfathomable menace of this person.

Every movement seemed imbued with wraithlike grace, and his form seemed closer to that of Dark Spirits than a human.

'No wonder this man was called a Devil. The Church of the Three Paragons didn't make a mistake.' Calvin thought.

Silent and enigmatic, the Masked Devil Incarnate floated above the airship's deck.

His very presence seemed to command the attention of all who beheld him, casting a pall of uncertainty over the unfolding confrontation.

Thud…