Chapter 71: Final Circle
Daylan and the others braced themselves as the figure drew near, but its mere presence made them instinctively retreat into the greenery with each step it took.
The moment she emerged from the mist, she laughed and began to clap. It was a girl with two pointy horns, dressed in a tight black vest, with white bandages wrapped firmly around her chest and feet.
She looked exactly like Daylan—just like the captains did—but with silver-grey hair streaked with black, tied back in a ponytail with a red banner.
Her arms and ribs were covered in tattoos, and she wore black trousers.
The moment they saw her clearly, their expressions shifted at once.
"Daylan, this one looks like you too... your mother knows you’re alive," Medora murmured, watching as Daylan let his guard down. Something about the girl didn’t sit right with him. Even so, he kept his distance, still unsettled by her overwhelming presence.
"Master Daylan," she said with a bow and a smirk. "Your mother was right... she said you never die—and here you are, proving her right."
Her words were met with confused, awkward glances from Daylan and the others.
"Oh, where are my manners? My name is Artist," she said, bowing once more. "The last member of the Infernal Four."
Daylan shivered on the inside as he looked at her. There was no way he could win—even with Medora and Rhea by his side. She was at least three times as powerful as the captains had been... and there were four of them?
Artist turned to Rhea. "You there—impressive. You sensed my presence even after I suppressed it... looks like I still need some work."