Chapter 186: Festival of Chaos I

The following dawn, Altair woke with a throbbing headache, groaning with a dire sense of nausea. He opened his eyes, feeling every pore ache. 

"I feel like I got beaten up, " said Ren, who couldn't be bothered to open her eyes. 

Everything was hurting. 

Both unwilling to move, they sat there in silence, trying to wrap their heads around how strong Beelzebub truly was. Despite their almighty resistance, his mere presence was enough to strip them of strength. 

After a few hours and a nap, Altair nudged Ren's shoulder. "I'm hungry."

"You're always hungry." she retorted through puffy breaths of cold air, peeping her blood-red eyes open. The frigid air was cold, more so than usual. "hold me."

Pulled into his arms beneath the covers, the cold air became warm, and Ren just wanted to melt, smothered beneath his chest. She beamed, falling back asleep in a matter of seconds.