But, it was ironically this very thing that lowered Dyon's inhibitions all the more. He had always been worried that he was subconsciously lusting after these two, confusing what was a disgusting primal want with the love they desired.
However, with it now gone, why exactly did he still feel this way?
Seeing their haggard appearances, Dyon's heart twitched painfully.
Both wore what amounted to nothing more than rags. Torn fabrics formed short mid-thigh length skirts and strapless bras on them, their delicate skin covered in dirt, cuts and bruises.
A single long sword with a thin 7-foot-long blade was strapped across Lilith's back. Her white hair was seemingly the only part of her that managed to remain unscathed.