As the Griffin made its landing onto the devastated southern castle gate of the northernmost city. Damien and Hecate hopped off its feathered mane, observing the destruction that surrounded them.
"Your monsters are much more thorough than I expected. They flattered everything within a mile radius." The crimson-haired vampire remarked, smirking at her partner.
"Well, they are hardworking and loyal subordinates." Damien loomed over her and stared at the devastation left behind by the monster onslaught.
"Quite some subordinates you have there... If I had that power, I wouldn't have to move a single muscle and let them handle everything for me." Hecate could only dream of having subordinates of her own.
Before he could utter a response, reality flickered as a gorgeous ghost lady materialized from nothing. Her voluptuous body was embraced by a white yukata, yet a slit settled in between her pale legs.
