With her hands trembling and her face pale from blood loss, Ishana felt her head grow heavy. She gritted her teeth, clutching the silver arrow tightly in her bloodied hand.
Memories of her life began to flash before her eyes.
In her mind she saw herself leaving the demon continent, setting foot in Soltheon for the first time. It was there she had crossed blades with a young adventurer—and lost. By the terms of their duel, she became his maid. That man had been Lilith's father.
Her breathing was ragged, shallow, each breath a painful effort. Yet the vitality of the demon kin, strengthened even more after gaining a class, kept her clinging to life.
The sounds of the hunters drew closer, but her mind was calm, her heart strangely still.
