The Seven Devils froze.
Crow turned toward the Devil. "My Lord?"
The Devil rose slowly from his throne at last, his dark cloak dragging across the floor like spilled ink. For the first time, the temperature in the room truly dropped.
Frost started creeping across the walls. The shadows thickened.
"He gave her a gift," the Devil growled, his eyes glowing faintly red under the hood. "A protection spell. A failsafe. Something even she didn't know about."
Veil's lips twisted in frustration. "But he is dead now..."
"That is the reason why he could protect her... he once had the potential to be the Light of the World. Now after death, he must have wished dearly to protect this b*tch Queen and hence this barrier was created." the Devil snapped, his voice sharp enough to pierce steel.
Silence fell instantly.
Crow stepped forward again, cautious. "Can we break it?"
The Devil's jaw clenched beneath the shadows.
