Tap—
Jerusha arrived at Kyle's shop.
And there—
"GRAAAAAHH!!!"
SWOOOSH—
C L A N G—!!
-Urgh...?!
She saw Raye clashing violently with Rowan(The Demon)!
'That's the demon from before!'
Jerusha exclaimed in her head as her eyes locked onto Rowan.
She recognized him.
Then, not far from Raye and Rowan—
"...!"
Jerusha saw another figure.
It was the noble demon.
-Fight more!
He stood there, watching the fight with a wide, amused smile.
Jerusha instantly felt the overwhelming demonic energy radiating from him.
"..."
She held her breath.
Staying silent.
Suppressing her presence.
Observing.
And carefully—
Swish-
She slipped behind a large pile of rubble, her sharp eyes scanning the battlefield.
But then—
When she glanced downward—
"Huh...?"
Jerusha's breath hitched.
"..."
She saw them.
Old Man Rey.
Kyle.
Pyro.
Zephyrus.
They were lying motionless on the ground.
Kyle's left arm—gone.
Pyro's flames—fading.
Zephyrus' mana—drained.
And Old Man Rey—
