- POV General -
In the largest underground room, whose walls were lined with black gems and stones, the battle of the Empress and her subordinates had begun. In every corner of the huge, round cellar, the soldiers were fighting a Griffin as black as night. Further on, it was Freya who, on her own, was fighting a giant green Snake and a grey three-tailed Fox in a battle that was unbalanced from the start.
The first few exchanges and blows had not been fatal, yet the Empress, like the furry creature, had ended up crashing to the ground. Far from being annoyed by this, Freya was actually feeling more and more excited and euphoric about these creatures, her demonic mana only intensifying her desires. As she smiled, the blood that had started to flow down her tattooed face had suddenly changed her.
