In the ruins of a once-prosperous and bustling city, Liora sat facing the sky, her eyes gaining an even deeper red hue as they reflected the crimson sun.
It had been quite a few days since her struggle with the Unknown began, and this city and all of its residents were some of the unsuspecting victims of this struggle.
If the two of them did not stop, Liora suspected that it wouldn't take long for the Crucible to turn completely barren.
Thankfully for the other Young Devils, the Unknown seemed to have accepted his defeat and backed down, letting Liora's name stay in the first place for the past twenty-four hours.
However, Liora understood that his silence was only temporary.
How could the Unknown—whose many years of planning had gone to waste—possibly retreat without a fight?
So, she waited.
Time quickly passed as Liora quietly admired the scenery.
