As he took his stroll, he whistled lightly.
Surprisingly, it was the same tune Lenny loved so much.
The same tune he whistled whenever he was working on the anatomy of a person, just like he had done on Manta.
After hearing this tune one time, Coco developed a love for it, and with his excellent devil memory, he remembered every note of it.
He walked through the not-so-dark caves.
The smell of blood was still fresh in the air, and the feel of the many battles that resulted in the end of this dungeon still echoed through the lingering mixture of Darkline and chaos magic in the atmosphere.
Sometimes, they would even result in whispers of past battles.