No one told Ewen what to do, but as if some force was guiding him in the shadows, he needed to make a choice between the two, a choice that would trigger unexpected events for himself.
"Ewen, I'm right here."
Asmodeus stood up, opening her arms to Ewen, "Haven't you been missing me all along?"
Asmodeus knew what Ewen wanted; she knew from the start. That's why she always had that confident look, knowing it would be easy to capture Ewen's heart if she simply walked toward him.
Provokingly eyeing Belphegor in the distance, Asmodeus had taken the advantage early on, so she dared to bet with Belphegor. Belphegor ignored Asmodeus, instead gazing at Ewen's back, waiting for what Ewen would do.
Ewen questioned in confusion, "What exactly do you two want from me?"
"Your soul."
The answer came from Belphegor, the observer hidden in the darkness, who at this moment truly started meddling in the game.
"I made a bet with her, to see whose embrace you would fall into."
