"What do you think you're doing in the city?!" a voice cut through their concentration, followed by a powerful burst of energy that canceled out all eight of their combined powers.
Their body tensed up at the presence of the new powerful figure—not because it was foreign to them, but mainly because they knew who it belonged to.
Their face ashen with fear, they slowly turned towards the culprit, momentarily forgetting that Ossa was even present, cold sweat on their brows.
Ossa, on the other hand, did not stand on ceremony, taking that as an opportunity as his eyes quickly darted around, trying to look for the devil's cloak.
[Forget about it and leave now.]
The system warned.
" But... Ok " he accepted, rather reluctantly, unwilling to leave the devil's cloak behind, his first gift from his master.
The boots he wore hummed a gentle tune, seemingly eager to be used.