"Damn it, damn it!"
Astaroth hurled a glass at the floor, venting her rage. Broken objects already littered the area around her, and she was taking out her anger by smashing anything she could get her hands on.
"Those rotten Legion of Pride bastards!"
Since she couldn't smash the enemy directly, she'd smash things instead. Astaroth ground the shattered glass bottle beneath her heel, crushing it into tiny fragments.
Even that wasn't enough to cool her fury, so she used magic to pulverize the glass shards even further. After her violent outburst, she surveyed every sector of the dungeon, gnawing at her fingernails.
"No. I have to rescue Asmodeus, and fast..."
Her heart screamed to charge straight into enemy lines, but the Holy Sword's Hero still weighed on her mind. She couldn't fathom why the demons were using the Holy Sword's wielder, but after suffering devastating losses to that hero, she needed a countermeasure.
