" Ramiel? What is this... What do you actually want from us? Why did you make us come here... and... Why did you bring them here? " - Asme's voice trembled. Driven by instinct, she involuntarily grabbed the man's hand and shyly snuggled into his arm.
It was cold and distant, but that was enough.
In this way, the horned beauty sought support. She had a bad feeling and intuitively gravitated towards someone she felt safest with...
Asme didn't like the way things were going. The atmosphere was already heavy, but with the arrival of the mercenaries, the air became suffocating and overwhelming.
The horned beauty felt the resulting tension on her skin. Additionally, Ramiel also seemed to experience some changes. Asme had spent a lot of time with him, and she could tell at a glance that something bad was happening.