"Haa… Haa… Haa…"
Hugging the invisible sword in her arms, Angelina dashed into the deep tunnel without looking back. She was so anxious that she felt an illusion of pain from rapidly breathing. As an undead creature, she didn't need to breathe at all. But now, she felt as though she had restored her flesh and blood, like a living creature. But now, she wasn't in the leisure mood to care about that. She sprinted desperately, and her wings could no longer flap. Even though that attack earlier didn't hit her, the freezing current brushed past her and damaged her wings severely. At that moment, her flat, sleek wings seemed as though they had been through countless storms, fluttering behind her like a tattered curtain. It was a ghastly sight that pained one.
"Phew…"