Lucifer and his three great generals sat on the couch in a loft. After three days without water or food, they expressed displeasure.
"Sir Lucifer, we can't go on like this. We have to find a way out of here. I just walked around and saw they'd already thrown over 200 corpses into the sea," one of the great generals exclaimed, his lips dry.
Lucifer snorted. "Leave? How? Dozens of sect members who left are missing. Do you think Isaac is still in Cloud City? He's already in Seascape."
He looked coldly at the three great generals. "Even if we have boats and manage to get to the shore, do you think Gerard will let us leave?"
Another great general was driven by hunger and snapped, "Who would have thought we'd come here in good shape but can't go back?"
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