Agenda of the Tournament
At first, it was the compulsory Privacy, and then it was the statutes. Hell, the air in here did not smell like piss and blood. Instead, it smelled like Lavender mixed with a touch of red wine.
Where the hell did this devil even find Lavender in the post-apocalypse?
Either way, nothing about this was right.
The fact that two gladiators that were sent to kill this Boss preferred to sit, wait, and converse was also another mystery.
In fact, everything about this Boss Devil named Coco was not just right.
But When Lenny saw the items inside the case, everything suddenly made more sense.
Even though a lot more questions had reason in his heart, it still made more sense.
Even more so, he had not felt that Lucifer's wings were in this place.
Just then, he saw an alert in the system.
<Alert >
<Fallen Angel Feathers detected>