The Devil gently caressed the surface of the clay pot with his fingers, as if stroking a lover. Suddenly, his eyes narrowed, noticing a bizarre emblem in the corner.
"Wait, this is... Piere's emblem?"
Instantly, Yulier's expression changed dramatically, showing terror as he carefully recalled the previous events.
Something's wrong. How could he have been so irrational? He easily killed his most loyal and reliable subordinate and touched a mysterious artifact without any precaution?
It's a spell! He was bewitched by a spell, becoming as greedy and shortsighted as a gambler!
He wanted to put down the clay pot but found his body bound by an invisible, formidable strength, leaving him unable to move.
Yulier could no longer remain calm. He suddenly turned his head, his face filled with extreme anger and ferocity: "Damn little Devil, you deceived me!
No, it's not just you..."
The Devil felt darkness descending before him, as a huge shadow enveloped him.