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“Ignis Clypeus!” Mortimer made a fist with his left hand and held it up in front. The platinum ring on his middle finger conjured a fire shield which turned the demonic arrows to ash before it could reach him. “Impossible! That’s the Infernal Ring? How did you come to possess it?” Leraje questioned in disbelief. “I took it from the same man who summoned you to our world,” Mortimer replied. The demon raised his eyebrows and sneered at him. “You are not as stupid as your friend, Alice, I’ll give you that. How did you find me?” “Before Alice breathed her last, she called me up and told me you were headed for Georgia. She knew I would find you and avenge her.” “It seems I should have given her a quick death. But alas, I do enjoy hearing them scream.” Leraje noticed the rage in Mortimer’