The white-haired person Domhall said earlier rang a bell for Ellaine. She felt her heart skip a bit as she wasn't aware that those two people had encountered already.
She stood up and made a whimpered expression when she turned her body on Domhall who was staring at himself on the mini-fire lake.
"You need to stay away from her, Domhall!" she shouted in panic as fear consumed her body. "I'm currently monitoring her, so let me take care of this, okay?"
Domhall, on the other hand, was busy looking at his facial features as he noticed that his burned skin in his demon form subsided a little bit, but his brows furrowed immediately when he heard how Ellaine shouted at him, and how the sinners who heard her gasped in amusement because of what she did.
In an instant, Domhall turned his head in Ellaine's direction, with his dark and deadly gaze, as he extended his hand with his hand slightly folded— which has enough space for Ellaine's neck to fit in.
"Ah!"
