However, there was one person it dared not touch. Even though the hunger of the undead was far from satiated, and fresh flesh was the closest, she bore the master's brand. That feeble person was as much a possession of the master as this Powerful Wand. The Undead Magic Bead observed for a moment, retracting the Hand of Death that had grasped her Life Fire, and focused its gaze on the devils' army stationed at this Bronze Fortress.
Eryies remained in a stupor, but she knew that she would not die again. She now needed time to recover her strength and quickly heal her wounds. Surrounding her, countless undead flew wildly, any one of which could snatch away her last breath with a mere gesture. However, as long as the Desire Demon recalled the mage's last words, she could rest easy with her eyes closed. As long as her beloved was not dead, this place was safe.
