The golden gate opened just a few meters away from Arthur.
Another wave of pressure rolled out of it—different from the demonic one, but just as overwhelming. It pressed down on the rooftop, making the air buzz.
Astaroth's expression darkened immediately.
He looked from the gate to Arthur, who was just as confused as he was.
"What did you just do, boy?" the demon asked.
"I'd really like to know that myself," Arthur muttered.
A silhouette became visible through the portal.
A woman stepped out.
Her pink hair flowed down her back in soft waves, tied loosely behind her head so it wouldn't get in the way. Her figure was slender yet voluptuous, every curve in exactly the right place. Unlike the red dress she'd worn just a few hours ago at the banquet, she was now in a black, skin-tight combat suit with subtle armor plating at the joints and torso, designed purely for battle.
Yuna.
