THE VISION

Raine came in full preparation. She wasn't stupid and arrogant enough to think that she could defeat the devils all by herself or believe the conjecture that those devils would keep their words like a gentleman.

With Belphegor holding her neck, Raine wrapped her hands around his wrist. Of course, to push him away was only an empty wish for Raine, her strength wouldn't match the devil's own.

However, she knew his weakness and could use it against him wisely.

Without the devils knowing, Raine had smeared her palms with her own blood. No, she didn't cut herself with the dagger that Sunny gave to her. Raine had already drawn her blood before she came here, because more or less, she knew what she would face.

Once Raine's palms, which were covered in her blood, made skin to skin contact with Belphegor's, he screamed in agony and abruptly dropped Raine to the ground.