Burigadang Pada stood there eyeing them with such belittlement even though their heights are not that far from each other’s. Her presence is blood-curling, as if she has been through hell back and forth, sauntering on it as though it was just a garden.
She must have been through different levels of hell, and that makes her one of the devils. Frightening, fearsome, terrifying, ominous, no words can describe how deadly the ambience she’s giving.
She looks at them through Mago’s emerald eyes that are now slits of pure iniquity, analyzing their powers in just a small glance. Ladd couldn’t help but get feel he’s standing in front of a wicked and hungry hellwolf.
“Really?” She exhales sharply, “is this all you got?”
She tilts her head upwards to release some of her frustration, but then
