The young girl was lying on a bed of white silk. Her hair, pure white like her father's, was spread out on the pillow, but her face was twisted by an invisible pain. Black veins, pulsing with a demonic glow, ran under the pale skin of her neck and arms. Despite all that, nothing could hide her supernatural beauty...
"The sleeping beauty," murmured Klein.
"She is resisting well for a kid..." commented Diavolo as he approached the bed, his eyes analyzing the flows of energy with a terrifying acuity.
'The mana of the Archdemon Gremory was powerful, but what I see here is of a completely different nature,' thought Klein.
Diavolo performed some mudra...
"Wow, what is she doing here?" exclaimed Diavolo, his voice breaking the heavy silence of the room.
The opening of his spiritual eye projected a golden and silver glow that seemed to tear the veil of reality, revealing a monstrous silhouette superimposed on the body of the elf, which only he could see.
