The world seemed to pause the moment Lucifer Morningstar stepped out of the museum.
Cameras whirred. Microphones extended. Reporters surged forward like a tidal wave.
"Lucifer Morningstar!"
"Sir, what did you see inside?"
"Sir, can I have a word with you?!"
Dozens of journalists, hunters, and streamers from across the Avaloria Empire—and even beyond—crowded around the lone figure. The Paraflux Dungeon had taken countless lives. No one had ever returned.
Yet here he was.
Lucifer Morningstar.
Returned safe and sound—and more importantly, alive.
But just as the sea of voices was about to close in on him, a ripple spread through the crowd.
Several individuals emerged, surrounding Alex in a loose formation. Each one bore unique traits—markings of their race and nation.
