"Who is it?" Vermilion Demon Lord asked wearily.
"It's me, Lindsay..."
Her voice chimed clear through the door, yet beneath the brightness hid exhaustion and a brittle thread of worry.
Vermilion swung the door wide. Lindsay stepped in, a tray cradled in her hands.
Resting on the tray were several ornate emerald vials and a clutch of scarlet spirit fruits.
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