Dexter stood in a small, organized medical room. The white walls and modern technology around made it seem like this place was unaffected by the chaos in the outside world.
There were other individuals in the room as well, standing around the bed.
The leading figures in the camp mostly.
On the bed was a woman who had sparkling blue hair. Her once charred skin was now smooth and white once more.
Dexter looked behind him to see Kila standing with her head down. He was holding her hand, stopping her from doing anything rash.
She still held a deep hatred for her former coven leader, it seemed.
Seeing the condition that Rose was in, he couldn't help but rule among the people he knew that could have done it.
Seeing how quiet the room was, the dragon king shook his head. He knew that everyone was thinking it was Lucifer that did it.
"I know her. I myself would have a hard time dealing with her abilities. But I would win, no doubt."
