The princess tapped Gray's forearm one last time.
"Draw."
This time, Gray released her.
She immediately pulled away and turned around, one hand resting against her throat as she took several deep breaths.
Her crimson hair was covered in mud and bits of torn roots, her dress was stained, and there was a thin cut along her cheek.
Gray was hardly in better shape.
His coat was torn open in several places, blood ran down his side, and one of his ribs felt like it had been kicked into another country.
Crack...
Though... Gray's body quickly regenerated.
It was so fast that even the Princess raised an eyebrow in complete surprise, not expecting an incubus like him to have such fast regeneration.
Just then, the domain slowly unmade itself.
The vines loosened first, and the soil stopped climbing.
The false sky peeled back in strips of crimson light until the market street returned underneath them, broken in a wide circle, merchants and guards staring from a safer distance.
