Inside the cave, Arlan and Oriana felt the dangerous vibrations as well. Oriana, who was resting, woke up. "What's going on?"
"Drayce seems to have come across deities," Arlan replied calmly, but there was a tinge of worry in his eyes.
"He can't fight them," Oriana said as she sat up. "They might need our help—especially my demoness powers."
"I know. I was going to leave after informing Snowflake, but you woke up already," he said. "You take rest. I will do everything…"
"Arlan, you're not understanding. We need my demonic powers to fight them. If we have to fight, then we need to use every extent of our strength rather than lose," she said.
"But can you… I can't put you in any danger," Arlan hesitated, though he hoped they could help their friends.
"If I stay here doing nothing at all to help our friends, then I'd better not live," she said with determination. "I am coming with you. This demoness won't die easily—and won't let her mate and friends die either."
