Swoosh!
Scaled demoness fled at her top speed and didn't stop until she saw a hulking demon with similar scales on his cheeks, crushing the head of an Early-Stage Five-Stage female mage before drinking her blood with relish.
"Sir O'mara!" She shouted.
O'mara, one of the three strongest demons of this army of three thousand five hundred, threw away the now drained corpse of the female mage and smacked his lips in satisfaction before he looked in the demoness' direction.
"Oh? Sh'mara, what are you doing here?" He asked.
Then his blood-red eyes flashed, and he suddenly appeared in front of her.
Grabbing her injured hand with force, he gave it a lick.
"Oh~" He closed his eyes and moaned as he was savoring the most delicious taste.
Seeing this, Sh'mara, the scaled demoness, knew she didn't need to waste her breath doing any explanation.
