After that, he must have already fallen unconscious. He knew nothing at all about what happened next.
But judging from the current situation, it seemed someone had saved him? Then where had the Abyss Wind Dragon gone?
Angel hesitated for a moment before opening his mouth.
"Who are you? Was it you... who saved me?" His voice had become low and hoarse, stripped of its usual clarity and carrying a torn quality. Even speaking took tremendous effort.
Angel forced himself upright.
His movement caused the figure on the other side of the fire, who had been leaning against a rock with eyes seemingly closed, to slowly open them.
When the other person sat up and the firelight illuminated her deep-set features, Angel froze.
Earlier, seeing the figure's tall, slender build, faintly dark skin, and short hair, he had assumed it was a man. Only now, after she sat up, did he realize she was a woman of exceptional appearance and temperament.
She was tall and slender, at least over two meters, making her legs seem especially long. Her bronze-colored skin looked sleek and lustrous.
Most of her body was exposed, with only the vital areas covered by bluish-black scales. For some reason, those scales gave Angel a strange sense of familiarity.
Her hair was ochre-colored, cut into short, choppy strands. Her face possessed a wild beauty, especially those mismatched eyes—one blue, one red—which lent her an added air of mystery.
On closer inspection, the woman before him differed greatly from a human in many ways.
Two symmetrical sharp horns grew from either side of her forehead, smooth and keen, glinting with an eerie light.
She always seemed inexplicably familiar. Was she an Abyss native? Or perhaps a Half-Blood Demon? Angel pondered inwardly for a moment before asking again, "Who are