บท 457: The Shielder's Sanctuary

"...Phew…" He breathed out, "That's a demi-god for you."

"Ra!" Ciel let out a small yelp to him.

Emilio wasn't happy with having to flee, relinquishing his scale armor as he sat back up, "Yeah, you don't have to rub it in my face. That guy was a monster–he wasn't lying: he really was unable to be hurt."

Picking himself up from the ground, he looked back, making sure he wasn't being pursued by the zealous satyr. It was a short, but heart-pumping encounter, leaving his blood still running hot as it wasn't often he faced something of such caliber.

'He said something important though, maybe out of complete arrogance: "as long as he stands on the soil, he's unable to be harmed"--he could've been just boasting, but I think it might be a weakness. If I can get him off of the ground, he might be vulnerable. Still, I'd rather find the others first,' he decided.