"Dammit!"
Franca couldn't help but blurt out her usual modal particle. With a quick swipe of her index finger across her nose, her hand revealed a bright red stain. The sight alone sent a shiver down her spine.
Franca snorted.
In an instant, black flames flickered in her nostrils, fingers, and the blood on the ground, swiftly vanishing into thin air.
Catching Lumian's gaze, Franca, slightly contorted from the pain, forced herself to enlighten him.
"We can't leave our blood in this unknown place. Otherwise, unimaginable horrors may unfold. Hey, why are you unharmed?"
From Franca's perspective, she surpassed Ciel in terms of Sequence and experience. There was no reason for him to emerge unscathed while she suffered!
"Perhaps I'm fine for now," Lumian patronizingly responded, pondering thoughtfully. "Maybe the shadow we encountered represented the old you, not the old me."
