Kapitel 63: The Fallen Lord

"You wanted to know where the lord is, right? He drew that bastard from Baal's legion to the other lord's territory."

Ifrit's fiery voice echoed by her, reigniting the frozen embers of hope in her heart.

Fists clenched, she pushed herself off the charred ground, straightened her back, and wiped her tears.

The sound of her fist colliding with her breastplate twice echoed as her heart drummed against her chest and her eyes narrowed into determined slits.

"I won't ask for your forgiveness. I'll just say that I'll bring him back."

"Good luck with that. Do you think we're not rushing to help big brother because of our wounds?"

Silas rolled his eyes at her and spat in disgust on the ground.

"You left him no choice. The big brother we knew is gone, and something terrifying replaced him."

"W-What do you mean?"