A cold scoff echoed.
The sound was tinged with impatience, yet it was familiar, falling clearly upon his ears.
'That voice... it's her.'
'It's that woman.'
'But... am I really just hearing things?'
His muddled mind cleared slightly at that moment. The blood-soaked Young Lord Aeron moved his hand, propping himself up to lift his head. And there, in his line of sight, he truly saw her.
Her figure appeared in the sky, shrouded by the night and wreathed in Demonic Qi. She held a whip in her hand, her body radiating a powerful aura.
Just moments ago, facing King Reynard's palm strike, Aeron had thought he was going to die.
It was this woman who had appeared and saved him.
In stark contrast to Aeron's rescue, King Reynard's mind was just buzzing.
