Asmodeus staggered on the spot, a cold chill spreading through his body. He pressed against his temples, unable to remove her lingering voice and the word 'traitor' from his mind.
"I'm not a traitor…" His voice cracked, but his throat felt tight.
No matter what he said, nobody could deny or affirm his words because he stood alone, surrounded by dozens of dead knights.
"Master!" A sudden unrestrained shout entered his ears before a soft body leapt into his chest, spreading her warmth as she clung to him almost desperately.
Needless to say, it was his precious Sariel.
"I-I heard your cries…a-and then I got scared." She mumbled. "That strange woman…w-what happened?" Sariel's pink hair brushed against his cheeks as she shook her head, gazing around at the surroundings.
Sariel appeared disorientated and confused; like waking up from a dream, only for everything to be different.
