Chapter 7

Until about five minutes ago, Rose wouldn't have thought that she'd be crossing the Great Sea to get to the South. To Gandhandi, the capital of the Hindu country, where Jericho and the others allegedly came from. And from what Rose knew, a place where demons ran rampant. Rose probably should have picked a more suitable place to lay low from Joanna’s sights. But then again, Rose didn't ever think that she'd be running away from Joanna, either.

She cringed at the memory of Joanna's bare hands piercing through Father Benedict's chest, followed by the hundreds of bodies left mangled on the ground from Joanna's rampage. The New Catholics were now in absolute ruin. And as their guardian, Rose was supposed to not let something like that happen.

Rose yelled through the top of her head, kicking the tail end of the ship she was on. Her injured leg gave away and she ended up on the floor, cursing. But the impact only made her angrier, and she felt white-hot flames erupt from her shoulders.

"Now