THUD!!
The massive blade crashed into the ground. The tall, muscled woman blinked slowly, then tilted her head to the side in curiosity. Her sharp eyes narrowed as she saw... Ashara—no, it was Nightfire—standing there, cradling Aether tightly in her arms, her face twisted into a feral, growling expression.
"Arrhhh! L-Let us g-go!" Nightfire snarled through gritted teeth.
Her eyes were glowing pure white, completely engulfed by the chaos inside her. The irrational instincts of her succubus side surged forward, trying to overwhelm her fragile control.
She trembled, barely managing to restrain herself from giving in to that wild hunger.
The muscled, ghostly woman stared at Nightfire with a puzzled yet intrigued look. Her ghostly hand reached back and effortlessly lifted the enormous sword onto her shoulder again. She murmured, her tone slow and thoughtful,
