Seria was taken aback by his words. She furrowed her brow and asked, "What do you mean? The Incarnation of the Goddess of Life? What are you talking about?"
But Nolan remained calm. His sharp, cold gaze never left her.
"Incarnation of the Goddess of Life, are you still going to keep hiding? Very well. Then I'll have to use a more forceful approach."
His right hand suddenly erupted with surging black flames—the hottest fire in the world, the fire of hell.
Just as he was about to attack, Seria suddenly grabbed his wrist, stopping him in place.
The confusion on her face vanished in an instant, replaced by an indifferent, icy stare.
"Since when did you figure it out?"
Her green eyes slowly turned sky blue.
Nolan gave a faint smile.
"Ever since you used a girl named Melina as bait to lure me in."
Seria—no, the Incarnation of the Goddess of Life—narrowed her eyes. She let go of Nolan's wrist and sneered.
"You're far more perceptive than I expected. I underestimated you."
