The wives struggled and suffered under Mephisto's assault.
Every clash destroyed the beautiful mana-enriched land, shockwaves cracking the walls and foundations. Their voices rose together, straining with fury and desperation, but still his laughter cut through the battle like a blade.
"Asmodeus...!" Vinea called out, seeing his body, as her spear splintered into sparks against Mephisto's scythe, taking a boot to her abdomen.
"Ryuji!" Alice cried out... crawling on the ground after being hit with a close-range beam of Mephisto's magic.
"Asmodeus…" Asmodea's lips trembled, blood flowers withering as they burned in emerald flames.
None of the women could explain it. But they could feel something different. The emptiness faded, and a tiny throbbing remained. Asmodeus wasn't gone; they convinced themselves and fought harder, not caring for their bodies.
