BOOM!
The once unruly, untamable existence named Hela Soma now fell to the ground like a lifeless, helpless, weak doll with no strings controlling it.
"How was that for a vampire battle?"
Elara looked at the woman with a cold look, and yet she was still not lowering her guard after seeing the woman fall. She slowly walked closer to her, step by step.
Before she could reach, she saw something appearing in her vision.
A stick?
She frowned. Holding the stick was not Alvin but Daemon; he used it to poke the unconscious woman in the ribs.
Once, no movement.
Twice? Nothing!
Third time? Hela's body flinched, and Daemon almost fell down in fear. But fortunately, Hela was not awake and seemed to be sleeping, swatting at something unknown by her side.
"Whew~" Heaving a sigh of relief, he looked at his two teammates and realized that they had been staring at him like he was some kind of idiot. "What?"
He looked at them with a look that said he was offended by their looks.
