Chapter 125: A promise (18+)
The sky above was bruised with smoke, an angry bruise bleeding across the clouds. The battlefield behind them reeked of scorched magic and ruptured anatomy. Mangled demon corpses twitched in the dirt like meat puppets freshly unstrung.
Allen didn’t look back.
He walked forward through the wreckage, every step deliberate. His coat whipped in the wind. His fists were relaxed now—mission complete—but the power still simmered behind his eyes. The last echoes of his spell whispered through the air like static:
"Testicular Torsion."
Fina padded beside him, her tail swishing with satisfaction, claws still tacky with gore. Her sharp smile said it all: she had thoroughly enjoyed today’s carnage.
Rinni bounced along his other side, flipping one dagger lazily in her hand while the other dangled from a chain at her hip. Her cheeks were flushed from battle, from adrenaline... or maybe from how hot Allen looked when he was pointing at people and magically turning their nuts into smoothie ingredients.
Behind them, Luna bounded happily, her slime body glittering in the flickering firelight. She reformed with every hop, turning vaguely humanoid, then blobbing back down like a living water balloon. Glorp. Splish. Ploop.
She caught up in a bounce, landing with a squishy little splorp behind Allen. Then she threw both gooey arms in the air, made two fists, and mimed twisting something invisible with a satisfied little glrk.
Allen smirked. "You liked that one, huh?"
Luna jiggled a heart shape in her chest, then pantomimed an explosion—both hands spreading wide while her body vibrated with chaotic glee.
Fina glanced back. "She’s definitely becoming a fan of Testicular Torsion."