"Why are we still on water?" Standing beside Regalia, her hands folded firm and her chest full of pride, Evangeline demanded to know as she felt that she'd waited far too long to have not faced any enemies. "Our enemies draw breath, and we idle on this dark path of nothingness. Tsk!"
As an angel who was mostly suspended in time by turning into an idol of stone, she was used to fighting as soon as she wakes up from her slumbers. But now the night was over, and there was yet a single beast to be found.
"Devoid of life, this place disgusts me…" Her gaze downcast, the angel–dressed in her angelic white robe–glared through the window at the hell's ocean. "Having to share this flying beast with the slayer of dragons only makes this journey worse."
