“Hey~! Little human! Come on, let’s go~!”

One moment, Elanor was sitting across from Azzoth, the weight of the world and her societal sins on her shoulders, the next she was being carried off by a drunk Rostrada.

It was only luck and so many months of healing demons that she didn’t instinctively lash out with holy magic. It was a near thing though and Azzoth’s angry shout got swallowed by the crowds.

“Both of you are so boring, just talking when it’s the ...