Nevaeh glanced over at the great Merchegoras who continued to glare at the scene in front of him as he gained some bearing as to what sort of mess he had awakened up to. After a quick and careful assessment, she could feel his anger draining, replaced by his usual nonchalant, blasé demeanor.
“Looks like we need to get that portal closed to stop any more of that demon’s fiendish army from pouring through it,” he looked over the group. “Does anyone here want to go do that, or am I the only one qualified for the task?” His quirked lip showcased the humor behind his query, knowing full well that no one here could shut Yuro’s gateway but himself.
“Um, I think, no?” Ofa bit her lip, playing along with the High demon.
“Very well,” Merch smiled at Ofa before he straightened his
