Emperor Ranked Bows

As soon as the gate creaked open, a cloud of pink powder burst forth, filling the air with a sweet yet pungent scent. The man who had unlatched the gate stumbled back, coughing and sputtering, as the fine powder coated his face and clothes. Despite his attempts to resist its effects, he felt his eyelids growing heavy and his muscles weakening.

With a heavy sigh, Yrellea rushed over to the man and pulled him into the prayer hall. Carefully, she placed his body against the wall before turning to attend to the aftermath of her Demonic Ardor or Water Ardor.

Once she was done, Yrellea decided to focus on this man.

'What should I do about him? It will be bad if he wakes up somewhere else and creates a scene.'