Abandoning all notions of defense, Freya got into a stance. As the flames, began to vanish, the swordswoman lowered her body and extended her left foot. She brought the glowing silver sword to her face level, and held it horizontally.
She focused all her mind on the one sword, and in her other hand, Wrath took full control of the black fog originating from its skill. 'I could only disrupt her mind once more. You have to make that count.'
Wrath came from a demon that was already weak compared to the Demon General. As such, he had to expend a large amount of energy to affect her mind. He was only confident of doing it once more.
Freya also knew that if she failed this time, she would likely die. The mage had realized some time ago that Artium was dealing with another Demon General. She didn’t fail to notice that massive source of miasma. It meant he couldn't come to help her. She was on her own.