After about ten hours, Angel's magic source had only been replenished by half. At this time, Fafnir's tall figure appeared at the edge of the pit.
She carried a huge fleshy leg on her back, the skin was still glued to it, and scarlet blood was dripping down. It looked like she had just been killed.
As soon as Fafnir landed, he placed his bloody leg on the fire.
She had been sleeping for hundreds of years to recuperate from her injuries. She rarely woke up, so naturally she would not treat her hungry stomach badly. She left earlier to hunt for food, but there was not much food that suited her taste. After hunting all night, she finally
I met this one.
Chapter completed!