Inside the Audition Room.
An almost endless silence.
The lone figure of the exhausted fallen angel at the center of the stage.
Everyone's eyes were on him but none of it was felt by him.
As if exhausting his last breath of desperation, the little fairy on the stage slowly lost consciousness. Looking at him carefully they could see that he is hyperventilating. The audience gasped when they saw his current state, but the following scene struck them dumbfounded. The one who appeared on stage without anyone noticing is no other than this industry's demon king, Wan Lengya.
He caught the little fairy on the stage in his arms, carrying him precisely within his embrace with his cold eyes slowly melting to show his tenderness and love for the one in his arms. Gasping as if trying to catch his breath, the little fairy's misty eyes could only see Wan Lengya's blurry figure but what caught his eyes were those obsidian irises that seemed to be filled with stars and galaxies.
