Droplets of sweat trickled down Leesha's neck as she watched Eren closing in on them, step by step.
She took a step back, unconsciously, while trying to think of something that could help her get out of this sticky situation. She could have never imagined that the random man who had barged into their demonic ritual would be so powerful.
Leesha had seen and dealt with a lot of demonic entities at this point. She was almost 100 years old, a capable witch who could enslave powerful demons to do her bidding for her. If not for Clauria and Hilbeli, she would have started a coven of her own, making a name for herself in the world of Labh Salem.
After all, Leesha was favored by Asmodaeous– the Demon Prince of Lust. She had all the necessary background and resources to claim fame and riches for herself. One could say that Leesha was hoping the Helenbora Coven to get abandoned on its own at this point, destroyed by Ishgaar's Templars, to start her own journey anew.
