At that same moment, however, hundreds, if not thousands, of cloaked figures appeared on the surrounding rooftops.
Each one wore robes of white, blue, red, or yellow, forming a ring around Asmodeus from every direction.
Some emerged from alleyways, others stepped out of nearby buildings, and a large majority burst forth from beneath the ground, clawing their way up through dirt and stone.
But the strangest part of all?
Every single one of them followed the exact same color scheme... white, blue, red, and yellow.
Asmodeus stood unfazed, unimpressed, his lips curling into a scowl.
"What is this supposed to be? A cult for clowns?"
As before, there was no answer.
Instead, all of the cloaked dolls rushed at him with supersonic speed, leaping forward in unison to swarm him.
But Asmodeus simply yawned, dodging every attack so effortlessly it was almost like he was playing with a group of kids.
In truth, he wasn't even standing there anymore.
