Writhing in pain, Mirsha did her best to hold onto her consciousness. The pain was too much, unbearable even, but if she blacks out, then she'll most likely die.
The being before her was small, its level lower than hers, but it was stronger in all facets. It was fast, strong, and it could react to almost anything.
Then, all of a sudden, Mirsha saw Lilith's Tribulation Leopard bigger than she should.
A clap of thunder and a rain of blood; a scream echoed throughout, and a scream pierced the ears of daemons and humans alike.
A pained scream like no other, a scream of pain and desperation, but not of despair.
An arm had been taken from Mirsha, but it was not the time to give up,
'Scream, let it all out, and then…return to fighting and then surviving!'
