August sighed, having no other choice but to follow behind her.
"Azrael, stop. You're hurting yourself." August yelled, walking down the stairs and going after her towards Niflheim.
Azrael looked at him, with a scared face, "You are right. They took one more." She spoke with a shivering voice.
August went up to her, holding her arm in worry, "Which one?" He questioned seeing her feared face.
"Your mother's…" She remarked plopping down on the chair anxiously.
August froze at the statement. They even went after his mother. What kind of games were they playing? He was sure of one thing, they would not touch their mother. Not yet.
August saw the bloody footprints all over the floor. Whoever it was, knows the place and to get any hint. Azrael was the best option, but first, her wounds needed to be tended.
He went over to her, "Come on, let's tend your wounds first." He forwarded his hand to her.
