บท 382: Rainstorms on Fire

No sound came out from the mouths of the possessed faeries when the sword of Hellfire burned the evil spirits from the inside out.

It was rather a silent scream from their parted lips but the manifestation of their torment sent signals straight into her brain—a roaring sound, getting louder and louder--before the parasitic demons find another host to live in.

She straightened as she glanced around at her surroundings, evaluating the battle.

Oh, goddess!

They have a lot of demons to slay when they weren't supposed to be in this Realm.

If she continued to fight the possessed faeries—killing them with Hellfire—these demons will gain victory, nonetheless, because these parasites would jump from host to host until no creature was left.

Luna noticed the smoke of the bonfire raised far behind Prince Aelfric's back, the ashes similar to the colour of his hair floating into the ethers.