As Delilah worked tirelessly to heal Gerard's wounds, he watched in anguish as his friends valiantly fought against the overwhelming might of Fae. Every blow that landed on their bodies resonated within his own, a reminder of his inability to join the fray.
Despite her unwavering resolve, Sprite struggled to match Fae's relentless onslaught. The Demon Lord's dark magic struck with deadly precision, each spell threatening to extinguish her life.
Rufus deftly dodged the attacks of the demon general, but after his first strike, the demon stayed out of Rufus' range.
Gerard's bones mended in response to Delilah's magic.
"Why don't you stop? All this hatred towards humans, and it's the gods who you have a problem with." Sprite asked, her body and battle dress battered and worn.
"You, my dear, will be my weapon against those horrid creatures."
"Then why? Why continue this war? If I could give my life to stop the destruction, I will."
*Sprite...*
