Eng Rose stood her ground. She did not draw a sword. Instead, she reached into her coat and pulled out a single, withered seed. It was small and brown, seemingly dead.
As the demon dissolved into ash, Rose wiped a smudge of soot from her cheek and sheathed her blade. The forest was quiet again, the scent of roses slowly overcoming the smell of sulfur. eng rose and the demon beast v250122 rj0 hot
Usually, the Beast would strike. But the woman's gaze held no threat. It held the promise of relief. It lowered its massive head, exposing the core of its chest. Eng Rose stood her ground