Asmodeus blinked several times. He wasn't stunned by destruction; that was irrelevant. What caused him to do this was the illusory body clinging to the back of his neck and leaning over his shoulder.
A sweet, delicious scent of apples flowed from the shadow.
Her delicate, almost perfect oval face, with soft cheeks and a small nose, could be called divine. This divine shadow stared at Asmodeus with big, crimson eyes and plump red lips pressed together as they curled into a smile.
"It seems you can't get rid of me that easily."
A warning spread through his body when her sweet whisper echoed in his ear.
The situation made no sense; he'd vaporised her body and ended her life. Asmodeus couldn't understand how she clung to him like a ghost. "Are you an illusion of her?"
Funf's eyes widened as she pouted.
"An Illusion, well... isn't that quite fun too?"
