He silently observed the approaching human woman, Scarlett, who didn't particularly disturb Him, except for the essence within her—another irksome spirit's presence.
As Scarlett moved closer, she increasingly felt the oppressive force of the black mist.
Strangely, although she harbored the essence of the Dawn Goddess within her, providing some resistance, she still felt suffocated when directly facing the dark mist.
Scarlett was immensely grateful she had come.
Had she not, John might well have perished here.
Reaching John's side, she sighed in relief upon seeing him still alive, albeit with a pallid complexion and burn marks on his body.
At least he was still breathing, still savable, and there was still a chance to remedy the situation.
She was determined to protect John, whatever the cost; his survival now was all that mattered, future consequences notwithstanding.
"Truly intriguing," she mused.
