'How does she look like this?!'
Asmodeus stared into Funf's dull eyes while observing her state. Her skin became brittle and dry, and her lips cracked and bloody. She coughed up dirty, black blood each time she exerted herself.
He held his hand above her forehead, the abyssal aura swirling between his fingertips as he fought the temptation to blow her away.
"...k.....m....e..."
Funf's eyes lifted, glancing up at Asmodeus as she struggled to speak. Her tongue barely moved, creating slurred words. It reminded him of visits to the dentist, and he couldn't help but frown.
Martha and Brando watched Asmodeus from the side, neither making a noise.
"You two should go."
Even though Funf was an enemy, there was no need to broadcast her suffering and death to everyone else. Their grudge was personal, and if something happened by chance, these two would die instantly.
