**Wars of Faith—Audiomachine**
His skin was chalky—a danger sign that he was in desperate need of blood. But considering how much time had passed, and how wholly incompetent humans seemed to be in the face of handling foreign threats, his little thing would be better off if he found her earlier than later.
Adrian frowned, approaching him. "Don't tell me you're going to find that little witch?" He murmured in a low tone, still harshly, "the witch we have been searching for eight years is finally in our hands. We should be torturing him within an inch of his life and getting the information we need and not rushing out to rescue a 'princess' that has a whole country that would look for her."
But that was not entirely true. Whether it was as her true self, or as her fake identity, little thing had less people who were interested in her well-being. She was so pathetically, annoyingly alone and yet she fought on so viciously.
