Delia backed up slowly, her brows furrowing as an increasing amount of big sect members inched toward her. Clearly, they understood Delia could hurt them, so, none of them were willing to be the first to jump forward.
The room around them twinkled with the faint gold of defensive and concealment arrays, and yet there was nothing fantastical or alluring about the scene that was taking place.
"How could you all be so selfish! Ri, the demon generals, and the elves have been putting their lives on the line! On the front lines! While all you've been doing is huddling up in here! The only reason you've survived these attacks up until now is because of them!" Delia's voice trembled as she edged between anger and tears. She just could not understand how there could be such horrible people in the world.
