Under the quiet night,
Gloria came to Soran's side. The loose wizard robe could not cover her proud curves. On the contrary, the complicated and mysterious runes added a mysterious and elegant look to her. Her long silver hair flowed gently with the night wind. Gloria gently reached out and held Soran's hand, tightly holding it; feeling the temperature of each other.
Under the moon, the two stood together.
The fallen witch looked on with a complicated expression; after some time, she left.
Gloria looked at Soran, then she rested her head on his shoulder and asked, "What do we do now?"
Soran took a deep breath, looked at the dim starry sky, and murmured, "We can only do this step by step. If we can't do that, then we'll just have to defeat the tower spirit when we're strong enough."
The difficulty of the game was ridiculous!
Without any powers from their host body, a normal person stood no chance in defeating a powerful demon.
