Her attack had failed, and even worse, Seraph had used up the last of his mana and fallen to his knees. XXX The Profane will inevitably be defeated.”
“You’re certainly hopeful.”
“I’m not hopeful for the world’s chances, simply pessimistic of yours. She jumped off the saddle and ran towards the slime, but her steps were unbalanced. “To think you had a Profane with you,” he cackled. Noah just barely saw something flying at her from the herd of slimes. And here’s the funny thing about recruiting you: your permission isn’t needed. She wanted to retch, feeling like her blood had turned as black and toxic as the slime they were fighting, and pain shot through her nerves like she was being struck by lightning.
