Everyone was keeping things low at this point, waiting for Santa Muerte to get completed so they could move on to the next step of their plan and start creating their devil weapon to defeat Adaddon and end this ordeal once and for all.
Alyan was at their home, sitting on the rooftop, staring at the dried farm, lost in his own thoughts as Irsa came,
“Alyan.” He hummed, not removing his eyes from the farm. “What are you doing here?” She asked, sitting beside him. “Nothing, just staring.” He replied, letting out a sigh. “You seem stressed.”
“I am worried about Zaria.” He replied, getting up and going back inside. “Don’t worry Alroy is with him.”
“That’s what worries me more.” He replied, shaking his head. “Don’t worry, I am sure he will protect her.” She smiled, trying to cheer him on. “
