The others rushed over as demons surrounded us, chaos unfolding. Unable to handle the onslaught, Beelzebub teleported us away before Lucifer could strike.
Now in a forest, Kelvin and I carefully laid Camila against a tree, her neck still bleeding.
"I should call for help," Beelzebub suggested, and I nodded in agreement. He went to seek assistance, explaining that the magic porter couldn't cross the ocean.
"Guys," Camila's weak voice called. We gathered around, holding her hands.
"I think this is my end," she said, coughing blood.
"Don't say that. Help is coming; everything will be okay," I reassured with a forced smile.
"We can't lose another person," I added.
"Hang in there, please," June pleaded.
"Promise me you will end this war for all the innocent lives, reve
