Asher stood frozen, bewildered eyes locked on the delicate, flaming figure floating gracefully before him.
The little girl, formed entirely of flowing liquid, orange-reddish flames, hovered serenely above the scorched earth. Four crimson eyes sparkled playfully yet hinted at deep, hidden wisdom beneath her innocent facade.
"You…are you Hell Maiden…?" Asher breathed quietly, caution mingling with disbelief. He vividly remembered the towering, fearsome creature he once faced in the Chamber of Hell, her power terrifying and overwhelming.
But this little girl looked like nothing more than a smaller, youthful imitation—strangely delicate and mesmerizing.
The flaming slime girl's scarlet eyes curved gently into crescents as she laughed, her voice a sweet melody, full of gentle amusement.
"My prince, I am pleased that you haven't forgotten your favourite maiden," she answered with a wide grin.
"But you seem...different to what I remember..." Asher mumbled with furrowed brows.
