And at this moment she was running for her life.
"O Asmodeus… Father… let not my treachery be for naught. The gate, I must reach the gate. I must… damn this weakness…
She said, her form slowing by the second.
Earlier she damage her core, and now her power was draining at a rapid rate.
It was clear to the eye that she was injured, as blood poured from her mouth, and a piece of her face was burned with third-degree burns.
If that was not bad enough, her wings were battered and bloody, making flying a painful task at the moment.
They look like they were beaten by something large and blunt, while also being stabbed in various places on top of that they were also burnt to a crisp in some areas.
Injuries aside however, It didn't help that she was currently been pursued.
And behind her, the other flugel's closed in.
Their voices rang out, harsh and unforgiving.
"We were right not to trust a half-born like you!"
