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Outside the dungeons, in the long passages leading to them, Nephilim had flown out as quickly as possible at Sylphy's own request. She left everyone behind despite her tremendous strength and the help she could have offered.
She clenched her teeth and shed a silent tear, her heart heavy with worry for her master. Yet her order had been absolute. When everything seemed lost and she was on the verge of a rampage, Sylphy's voice reached her, a small, butterfly-like fragment of her soul had merged with Nephilim's, granting her a new purpose.
"Nephilim, don't worry about Beelzebub, me, or anyone else. We will fight with everything we have and survive together. I know what to do now. But please, go outside and tell my parents what's happening. Lolth will likely go on a rampage and try to destroy Evercraft. You're the only one who can warn them. Once you reach them, don't return—help the citizens fight whatever she summons! Please!"
"Master…"
