The daemons' invasion lasted for a mere few hours throughout the night. At midnight, when all should be cold, even when surrounded by the ice and their breath fogged as they exhaled, the little Apostle's light brought forth untold warmth.
The sensation in their skin came about to be truly divine, as though hope descended for them. Slowly, and eventually, the light began to dissipate and disappear with the daemon's descent to the only human right below her.
The Scorch Hero, as they called her, raised her hands.
"Are you all right, Apostle?"
"I am, thank you, Mirsha."
Mirsha accepted Lilith into her arms; the fear she previously had to the little daemon was still present. The image of the loli transforming into a four-legged beast that devoured her arm in the Scorching Forest remained.
