Watching the astonished faces of the guests, a thin, mocking smile flickered at the corner of Lord Perlman's eyes.
"Poseen's shadow has already enveloped us overhead, and I'm afraid this ball must now come to an end," he said.
The guests below were panic-stricken, their faces ashen, as the previously lively and joyful ball became solemn and oppressive.
But they were at a loss as to what to do.
When they looked again towards Lord Perlman, their faces were filled with pleading, hoping he would provide a solution.
However, he simply looked around, still appearing composed, his handsome face revealing a murky and indistinct expression under the illumination of the Magic Fluorescent Screen.
"This is the crime of The Senate, and today I have gathered everyone here to let you all see the truth! We of the Demon Race need not shelter under these humans any longer," he declared.
Lord Perlman's cadence seemed to incite emotions, as the demons' eyes blazed with angry flames,