"İ am scared…"
A bleeding demon sat onto the grass while holding her wound.
She watched as her comrades were slaughtered one by one then started to laugh.
"It was all a trap." "İmbeciles!" she fainted.
A large group of demons who were fairly armored appeared under the bushes.
"No need to worry now! we'll handle this!" A fierce looking one shouted to the remaining rouges.
Arlo jumped down from his horse and whispered, commanding it to return to the compound.
"A few bone bags are nothin to us!" One laughed while pointing his ax to Arlo.
Arlo felt the revenant whisper to him.
The demons attacked. The ax men swung it at him but Arlo ran from it and grabbed his arm."
"WHA?" he shouted. "NO"
"İT HURTS." The demon was aging rapidly.
"SAVe me…" the demon crumbled like an old man.
'Did I absorb his fog through contact?' Arlo thought.
He consumed all the fog he had right there and there. The demons seemed to become faintly irritated then they became creeped out.
"That one…" one said. "İt is becoming darker and darker." Arlo knew that she had magical vision.
"Such potential!" she smirked.
Was she a lunatic?
"İ need it!" she formed instant magic circles at her palms.
Tree roots grew and covered Arlos' boots, making him immovable. Bral roared at the demoness. Arlo stabbed the roots. They did not stop.
He tried to reach the woman.
He couldn't.
The demoness laughed "Don't fret boney…" she said.
"Jira?"
"What are you doing?" The others asked.
"Leave." she smiled at them.
"B-but…" "Leave now!"
They started to return to the bushes.
Arlo couldn't understand what was happening. What was this Lunatic thinking? What was her intentions? She came close. Arlo tried grabbing her.
His arms were also covered.
"Now now…"
'İt can't end here!'
She placed her hands on Arlos helmet.
'We don't need this…'
Arlo looked straight into the eye of Heir.
'STOP HER'
A blade was now touching her shoulder.
Jira slowly lowered her hands.
Bral came close and growled at the last remaining enemy. "Release my lord!"
She slowly undid her magic. The magic circles looked like carefully handled laces. Arlo felt the fog- no tha mana in them.
He was finally free from the roots. The skeleton undid his belt and tied her hands with it.
"Oh, İ can do that." she was almost comfortable which made Arlo want to drill a hole into her stomach.
'That could wait.' he decided. 'i need to learn that lunatics aim for approaching me first…'