Embers of Change

"Nicely said!"

In the charged atmosphere of the town square, a sudden shift in attention occurred as a voice rang out, drawing all eyes toward its source. 

There, perched atop a rocky roof with an insouciant grin, was Azazel. His posture exuded a careless amusement, hands leisurely cradling his chin as though watching an entertaining spectacle unfold.

Lorelai's frustration erupted like a volcano, and she couldn't hold back her anger any longer. "There you are, you little brat!" 

The veins on her forehead pulsed visibly with the intensity of her emotions. "You cheated last night, didn't you?! There's no way you could have beaten me in our drinking match!"

Ren and the others looked at her with deadpan faces.

"Shouldn't you be more concerned about our current situation here?" they collectively thought.