At this moment, the devils, caught in a losing situation and clinging firmly to their "save thyself even at the cost of thy comrades" cultural ethos, have already lost more than half their numbers, leaving only five remaining.
Initially, they did nothing except race ahead of the others; then, they foresaw the outcome and refrained from taking action to avoid being cannon fodder; next, they realized they should take action but found themselves incapable; now, they regret not taking action earlier, but it's already too late.
It's hard to say where the legitimate authority of Shen Luo lies, but Hell's rightful command undoubtedly rests with Windsor; the modus operandi of the Insectoids remains the same!
Heya, breathing heavily, gazed at the remaining five devils. Her chest heaved like a bellows, rising and falling with each gasp, while, beside her, Auga was in the same state—except the silhouette of her profile was significantly less striking—struggling to catch her breath as well.
