Night had fallen. Pale moonlight streamed through the shattered windows, scattering mottled patches of light across the supermarket.
In the household goods section on the second floor, Samael lounged against a sofa, holding a self-heating hot pot as he listlessly dealt with the slight emptiness in his stomach. A trace of weariness churned between his brows.
After spending the entire night settling Snowfield City's 800,000 permanent residents, he had spent the day tirelessly conducting a broad search for suspicious individuals around the hospital.
Along the way, he had first run into Faker's group of three blocking his path, and both sides had started fighting without exchanging a word. Then came a rescue under fire, where he had pulled his old acquaintances Waver and Iskandar out of danger. To figure out why those three dangerous figures had come to Snowfield City, he had also gone to great lengths to sweet-talk two useful pawns aboard his ship and send them into the enemy's ranks...
Before he could rest for even a moment, he had stumbled upon the explosive spectacle of Wonder Woman battling an Assassin. It had taken plenty of persuasion to steady both sides and temporarily calm the situation.
After all that trouble, night had already fallen. Samael had no desire to continue investigating, so he simply decided to spend the night in this well-stocked supermarket and sort through the intelligence he currently possessed.
"So, Snowfield City's Holy Grail War had already changed in nature last night?"
The ancient serpent opened a can of Coca-Cola and looked at his daughter across from him with his vertical pupils.
"According to the dying words of those magi, that should be the case."
Diana, dressed like a Wall Street elite in a white shirt and slacks, responded gravely while raising a steaming mug of