Dahlia looked up at Darius, her brows tightening as she tried to think of her next move.
But the thoughts didn't come clearly. The demonic flames were still affecting her. "…Tch."
She rubbed her forehead, her expression turning more irritated. "It's getting worse…"
Her breathing slowed slightly as she tried to steady herself. "I can't focus properly like this."
Her eyes sharpened again, though the pressure in her head didn't fade.
For a brief moment, she stayed still. Then she exhaled slowly. "…Looks like I can't hold back anymore."
Her hand moved toward her spatial ring. She paused. "…Do I really have to use it here?"
Her fingers brushed against the ring, hesitating for a second longer than expected.
Then she clenched her fist. "…Damn it."
Her voice lowered. "To think I'd have to use this now."
Without wasting more time, she reached into the ring and took something out.
A small bottle appeared in her hand.
