[Realm: Álfheimr]
[Location: Dominion of Oz]
[Winkie Country]
Paimon remained where she was for a moment, her gauntleted fist still clenched at her side.
Fifty-five seconds.
Mikoto had said it so casually, as though he had asked her to fetch something from the other side of the clearing rather than confront a charging horde of Deseruit Beasts. The fact that he had given her a time limit at all was irritating enough. The fact that he had already started counting down made it worse.
But she had insisted that she wanted to help, knowing perfectly well that the journey ahead would involve dangers she could not simply pray away.
Now he was giving her an opportunity to prove that choice meant something.
Paimon drew a slow breath.
