The freezing winter air whipped across the rocky banks of the eastern stream, carrying the dissipating, foul scent of ozone and burning stardust.
The dark red mist had completely vanished, leaving a profound, echoing silence in its wake. But the warlords were entirely unable to simply turn off their apocalyptic combat auras.
hey had been completely prepared to die for her, and the Demon King had simply treated them like an amusing, fleeting annoyance.
Watching the towering, lethal monsters tear the riverbank apart in their helpless rage, the adrenaline that had been keeping Roxy standing violently evaporated.
Her knees buckled. She stumbled backward, her legs entirely giving out, and collapsed heavily onto the smooth, frost-covered surface of the largest boulder. She pulled her dark fur cloak tightly around her trembling frame, her chest heaving as she dragged in massive, ragged gasps of the freezing air.
