Zen fell forward, his arms searing with pain. He felt Lan’s fingers on his face, cool against his feverish skin. He hadn’t realized just how weak his body was until this moment. One thought pierced through the haze in his mind, and he felt the corners of his lips curl. “You came for me.” “Don’t be a stupid egg,” she replied. “Of course I did. I’m not hunting down those Demon Gods by myself.” His smile stretched; he couldn’t help himself. Perhaps it was the pain that had made him slightly delirious. “With your current fighting abilities, you might be of some use as demon fodder.”
