'intercept contract? How is that even possible when she wasn't aware in the first place!' Kyle inwardly screamed lost on what was transpiring.
"Feeding off someone is bad, but feeding off my husband is a sin I cannot forgive." Yua slowly muttered, more like an incantation chant. A deep crimson aura protruded from her body, thick and wet like spilled wine. It dripped down her arms and pooled at her feet, hissing where it touched the scorched ground.
"Great, now who's starting fights." Elara grumbled rolling her eyes. But her hand had already drifted to the dagger at her hip. Her usual sarcasm was thin. Too thin.
Just when it seemed there were some minutes for a moment of peace to regroup and strategize their way off the hell dump. An unwanted situation seemed to pop up.
'Don't tell me they're about to clash? Not that I'm worried but aren't they like together.' She thought, controlling herself not to puke at those last thought. The word *together* tasted like ash.
