The old man stared at her, trembling. His mind struggled to process what he saw.
She looked like a demon, wings red like blood, red scales covering several parts of her body. To him, she was just another monster among the ones that destroyed his village.
He groaned in pain, trying to drag himself away.
"You there," Novaria said, her voice calm, almost lazy. "What happened here?"
He looked at her, confused. Was she asking? Was she really talking to him?
"You... you ask like you care..." he muttered through clenched teeth. "You're one of them... Another demon."
Novaria tilted her head slightly.
"I didn't say I cared. I said I want to know."
The village chief didn't know what to do. She looked human, at least more than the other monsters. Maybe... maybe she was different. Maybe she could help.
