Evangeline stared hard at the smoldering corpse of the giant Devil that lay in the ground before her.
Gritting her teeth, she clutched her hand and fell to the ground, her usually impassive face bundled into a terrifying scowl.
'Damn it!'
Fighting the {Flame Devils} hadn't been easy. One might even call it suicidal. However, somehow, she had done it.
"Fuck. I almost died over there." Luke said, his golden blonde hair scorched black.
Surrounded by a world of shadows, even his seemingly perpetual glow was grossly dimmed.
Evangeline's scowl disappeared, replaced by her usually indifference.
Pulling a potion from her inventory, she chugged it down as fast as possible. A swirling mist of blood enveloped her as various blood red runes appeared on her skin.
In the blink of an eye, all her injuries, both life threatening or not, began to vanish.
Lukas stared at her, his eyes narrowed,
