Madeline’s POV

I threw away my sword on the ground and cracked my bones again. I also tightened my ponytail for my hair to be massively destroyed. With swiftness, I wiped the sweat from my face and neck with the back of my hand. After a short fixation on and physical condition of my body, I turned to Uriel, who was only stashing one hand in his pocket, while his other hand was still holding the mug.

A smirk was plastered on his lips. His smirk grew wider after he sipped casually on his ...