"Thirteen…" Hildr approached the teenage boy and cupped his face. "What happened?"
With a glance, she instantly realized that her Master had lost almost all of his five senses, and anger surged in her heart.
"I made a choice," Thirteen replied. "And this is the price. Don't worry, Hildr. I'm fine."
The Valkyrie wanted to say that he wasn't fine.
But she also understood her Master's logic. As long as he could still function properly, he would unhesitatingly sacrifice even his arm to achieve his goals.
"Sisters, let's go," one of the Valkyries, who goes by the name, Mist, stated. "We'll do our best, so Thirteen won't have to fight."
Everyone nodded in agreement and immediately joined the battle, killing everything in their path.
But even with their addition, the scale of the war still tipped to the Infernals, which had hundreds of Demigods within their army.
Thirteen knew this very well, but he wasn't worried.
