'I guess this is going to be a recurring thing...' thought Will, observing the scene of Ohta's Demon Queen self making exceedingly short work of the Grotto's forces. He knew she was powerful when he sensed her Mana and Aura previously, but the seven crimson Magic Circles revolving behind her positioned her as one of the most powerful in the world—potentially even top ten if Dragons were excluded.
"Why would a Demon King be here? Demons can't stand the presence of Spirits..." muttered Alma, her voice faint, filled with tension as she sat with her legs in a w next to Will's feet, clutching his pant sleeve with her left hand and an added pair of form-fitting white shorts atop her self-repairing drysuit. She was annoyed that she and Will had been interrupted just as things were getting good, but Ohta's display of power had substituted her arousal with fear.
