Looking below, she saw what was precluding her escape- a black, bony hand that had sprung up from the cracked ground, covered in patches of a malodorous brown liquid that seriously made her want to barf.

So it was just a bony hand that was restricting her? She didn't scoff at this verity but took the issue gravely.

This hand... Did it belong to a demon that hadn't fully made its appearance yet, or what King Drake actually summoned was just an arm and nothing else? Whichever was the case, she still had to be careful.

With a little more effort, she liberated herself from its hold, but there was...