I got up from the ground and scanned my surroundings. My mind was still hazy.
In the distance, the Hollenzug had stopped, and all the cars in the center had been blown away, leaving rubble and charred remains. The railway would be out of commission for a while.
"I didn't want to do this, but I can't let you into Drachnum," a woman said.
Instinctively, I rolled away to dodge another explosion. The woman had cast some spell.
Fortunately, the sudden adrenaline rush heightened my attention, finally cleaning up my senses.
A tall woman with long blonde hair stood before me, wearing a glittering golden dress.
I remember her.
The archdemon Zarathustra.
"Arboria," I muttered.
She replied, "I got it."
"Verdant Catastrophe Apollyon!"
