Samael turned around, looking at the three girls floating idly. From his eyes, he could tell that all three of them were demigods—more than average demigods, even.
"Is it that there's a reason they can't?" Samael wondered to himself.
As he was right now, it was as clear as day that he would be defeated by the three. He had no choice but to fight them seriously from now on.
"Nayta, I think it's coming anytime now," Althea whispered in a low voice, upon which Nayta nodded.
"I know. Althea, Melina, you two, please be careful."
As if on point, the dark skies suddenly turned darker, with red lightning arcing across them. Samael, flying near the edge of Nayta's barrier, suddenly took out several glowing trinkets. They were stones, about thumb- to fist-sized, glowing in a mysterious color.
"...!"
