And when the time came, the demon revealed itself to us. Those recognizable horns greeted themselves as the demon appeared. Crayman, who my team met in the cabin, extended his arms to me.
"Greetings, Arthur. You called for me?" the demon uttered, while flashing me a grin. "I expected you to call me. But I never knew it would be this soon."
When Crayman materialised at my fore, Mordred hurriedly raised his guard. He was about to attack the demon as he slid forward. Fortunately, Fenrir stopped Mordred at the nick of time and prevented unnecessary casualties. Even though her body yelled at her, Fenrir pushed her limits. With those shaking arms, that wolf girl shackled Mordred's movements.
Although Crayman vowed about his pacifist ways, killing him now would relinquish us from our goal.
"Why are you stopping me? I need some answers! And I want to kill him! That monster is a demon!" Mordred shouted, as he desperately shoved Fenrir's arms.
