The next day, Briar woke up feeling sore from head to toe. Her body ached with the unmistakable exhaustion of someone who had fought relentlessly through the night.
…Well, that was precisely what had happened.
Lying outside the small cave-like shelter, the demoness rested on her back, gazing up at the dull gray sky above with vacant, dull eyes. Her once-intact clothing was now nothing more than tattered remnants. Only her thigh-high black stockings and knee-high brown boots with crisscross laces remained intact. Aside from those, she was practically naked.
What could have put her in such a miserable state? Her memory was foggy at first until turned her head.
