Lucifer sat in the middle of the battlefield outside the city in silence, trying to see if he could retract the wings.
It had already been twenty minutes since he arrived here, and he appeared to be gaining some control over the wings. He was able to control and move them. Moreover, he could also make the wings disappear now, retracting them.
It was only after he retracted the wings that he sighed a breath of relief.
"Finally," he muttered, sighing a breath of relief.
He stood up, stretching his arms. "Fortunately, it was controllable."
He brought the gloves out of his pocket and wore them before donning his cloak again. Since the shirt was already destroyed, he hadn't taken it when he flew here, which made it such that he wasn't wearing any shirt inside the cloak.
He didn't close the cloak either, letting his chest remain visible to some extent.
"Now, what shall I do with them all?"
