Noah and his group remained there.
Not knowing what to do.
"Should we attack?" Mary asked from beside him. Her voice was low. Something that only Noah could hear.
But Noah was himself not sure what to do.
This was a really messed-up situation.
Crackling.
Ophelia, who was standing with them, started to use her mana wildly. Lightning covered her whole blade and even her body. Crackling sounds left her body. Her eyes shone bright blue.
"If we are going to die... then we should fight them." Her voice was cold and sharp.
It was as if she was really furious at the demon. As if there was some hatred hidden within her for that demon... or maybe for demons.
Noah sighed.
He knew the reason why Ophelia was showing such hatred toward demons.
It was nothing new, just a cliché backstory.
Which was a little sad.
And also she was not wrong. Either way, they were dead because of this demon. The only hope he possessed was Damien, who was trying to get up.
'Well, fuck it. Let's fight.'
