The presenter waited.
Not out of technical necessity—but for effect.
The silence was no longer just expectation. It was raw tension, stretched to the limit. The cloth covering the cage rippled slightly, as if something beneath was breathing with difficulty… or as if the fabric itself was reluctant to continue hiding what it held.
Then, with a slow and deliberate gesture, he grasped the end of the cloth.
And pulled.
The black fabric slid down the sides of the cage, revealing its contents in cruel stages—first the chains, then the runes, and finally…
Her.
A collective murmur swept through the arena like a wave.
Some swallowed hard.
Others held their breath.
A few smiled—and these were the ones Ester immediately categorized as dangerous.
Inside the cage was a succubus.
There was no doubt about it.
