Shit…
That was the very first thought that ran through Flamme's mind as her blurred vision slowly focused on the unfamiliar dark ceiling above her.
She had half-expected something like this the moment that nun— no, that demonic worshipper cloaked in divine light—released that celestial magic.
But she hadn't thought it would cut her off so completely.
To be overwhelmed to the point of fainting… that wasn't just unusual, it was terrifying.
Her head throbbed as she tried to piece together what had happened.
How long was I out? Minutes? Hours?
She couldn't tell.
"Neru!"
No answer came. Not even the faintest whisper.
Tsk…!
Slowly, she forced herself upright, the rattling sound of metal confirming what she already felt—her wrists and ankles weighed down, her movements restricted.
Chains.
Her eyes adjusted to the darkness enough to make out the outlines of her surroundings: a barren chamber, dim and suffocating, the air thick with stagnant cold.
