"Master, where are we..."
Hilda's voice was weak but carried a deep sense of earthiness. Only after gaining full consciousness could she tell where she was. The last thing she remembered was becoming a demon, and now, for some reason, Reeva was holding her.
"We are..."
Reeva tried to muster the strength to speak, but it wasn't enough anymore. All his energy had been drained, used up in activating his power. Now the pain from that effort was hitting him hard. His vision blurred, and his hands grew too weak to hold onto Hilda any longer.
As he let go, Hilda rolled slightly on the ground. But none of that mattered to her in this moment. Her concern for Reeva overwhelmed everything. Immediately, she pushed herself up and looked at him.
His black suit hid most of his body, but the outline of his bones beneath his skin was painfully clear.
