Maeve stared at the sleeping Vritra, several questions and thoughts swirling in her mind, but living among demons for so long she had learned not to trust anyone easily.
Each person is covered by countless layers; on the surface he might be the protector of people but deep beneath, the same person could be a heartless sadist.
With a thought, a bluish butterfly appeared in the space, then disappeared.
This spiritual butterfly would carry her message to one of her most trusted subordinates but only by the time when her body gets better.
Then she silently waited for him to wake up.
After a long sleep, Vritra woke up. Yasmine's soul was already quite weak so he had sealed her deep within to stop it from getting damaged, otherwise she could have noticed Maeve's actions.
"Hoo, that feels a lot better." He sat up and looked at the countless stairs that didn't seem to have any end; then, stretching his body, he got up.
