It has been an hour since that argument, and Elaine and Maia are now on their way to the bandits’ HQ to do what they have to, even though Maia won’t be the one dirtying her hands, instead, it is Elaine. Because Maia told Elaine earlier that she can stand killing monsters but not humans, it is just not her thing. And another, Elaine doesn’t trust Maia to do such important thing right now as this girl is confused and frustrated with herself. Marcus has officially joined the Order of the Knights, and it seems that he holds a high position, and based on the circulating rumors, he is currently the right-hand man of this Angel. However, according to some more rumors, the Knights are also having no luck in finding the assassin as they are still stuck, just like them. That means one thing…no one is going to find the assassin any time soon as the assassin is too evasive and is too cunning. Elaine hasn’t encountered the criminal, but for some reason, Abraham is always the one crossing paths with

The storm above had not subsided. Rain pelted the streets, turning the battlefield into a slick, chaotic mess. Lightning occasionally split the sky, reflecting off broken glass and the pools of blood scattered across the ground. But inside the inn’s courtyard, the focus was narrowed: Abraham, the assassin, and the party regrouped, each catching their breath, each aware that the fight was far from over.Abraham stood first, gripping his sword with both hands. Sweat and blood streaked his face, but there was no trace of the demonic frenzy that had nearly consumed him. The dark marks along his neck pulsed faintly, a reminder that the demon energy still lingered within him—but now, he felt it as a tool, not a master. Slowly, deliberately, he began to channel it, allowing the black lightning to flicker across his body without letting it dominate him.“I won’t lose control again,” he muttered to himself, blue eyes glowing with measured intensity. “Not while my team is still here… not while t

The battlefield had descended into a chaotic symphony of fire, lightning, and screams. Abraham’s sword now glowed with a terrifying intensity, the black-and-blue lightning fused with molten fire, arcs of energy crackling violently with every swing.“Thunder Inferno!” Abraham shouted, swinging his blade horizontally. The attack erupted in a ring of electrified fire, sending dozens of enemies flying backward and scorching the rooftops. Sparks rained down like meteor showers, and the ground beneath him cracked and steamed.Even the bandits and knights, previously confident in their numbers, were now scrambling for cover. Abraham had become something beyond human—part lightning, part fire, part demon.But at the edge of the battlefield, Selene stood watching, her face streaked with blood and soot. Her breathing was ragged, but her eyes glimmered with determination and anger.“You’ve grown stronger, Abraham…” she muttered under her breath, her fingers twitching around the hilt of her weapon

The rain intensified, a drumbeat of war that drowned the city in white noise. Abraham stood at the eye of the storm, sword crackling with black-and-blue lightning and molten fire. Every swing carved arcs of energy through the battlefield, leaving scorched earth and shattered debris in its wake.Selene hesitated again, her grip on her sword loosening as her eyes met Elaine’s across the chaos. The memories of their shared childhood—the laughter, the fears, the night of betrayal—clashed violently with her desire for vengeance.“You… you left me to die!” Selene shouted through gritted teeth, her voice barely audible over the thunder.“I didn’t have a choice!” Elaine yelled back, her arrow ready, but her hands shook. “I tried to save us both!”Abraham’s eyes glowed like storm clouds, black lightning spiraling around his body as he focused, not on raw destruction this time, but precision and control.“Demonic Thunderstorm!” he bellowed, unleashing a torrent of lightning infused with fire and

The battlefield was eerily quiet now. Smoke and ash hung in the air, mixed with the steady downpour that washed the blood and dust from the ruined streets. Abraham’s party moved carefully among the remnants of the skirmish, gathering what remained of their strength.Selene, still breathing heavily, was guided gently by Elaine and Maia. Her wounds were shallow but numerous, cuts from stray attacks and exhaustion, and the blood on her clothes had soaked through.“We need to get her out of here,” Abraham said, his voice low but firm. Lightning still danced faintly along his arms, controlled now but ready if needed.“Agreed,” Marcus replied, helping Selene to walk. “She’s safe for now, but we need to patch her up properly.”The group made their way to a sheltered courtyard in the back of the inn. Abraham had already cleared it of debris, and a few crates and barricades formed a crude yet effective defensive perimeter. Selene collapsed into a corner, leaning against the wall, still tremblin